I possess the nerves of a sniper,
With the intellect of a madman.
The devil keeps whispering to me,
And I can hear him loud and clear.
The time has come to pay the piper,
Everything I have to give in hand,
This is the end to all of the misery,
I think I am on to something here.
The landscape is far beyond stale,
Trees hang their limbs with shame,
Two hundred fifty shades of gray,
And only a slight hint of blood red.
The dying souls are unusually pale,
But today’s forecast is all the same,
Help God make the wicked go away,
Reap the blood, harvest the heads.
Woke up today without any qualms,
Burdens that I once could not lift,
Have become my biggest motivation,
While I rewrite my entire life story.
Memories of the past now all gone,
Through my personal demons I sift,
I’ll sacrifice my soul to damnation,
For my retaliation rather than glory.
Cold eyes stare, must bury them all,
I am just a mother fucking lunatic,
A minuscule man with a big ass gun,
And today I feel like God almighty.
Ears ringing, I must answer the call,
By shooting rounds of six, six, six.
I have come here to kill everyone,
That has ever tried to damage me.
If nobody has ever cared to listen,
Then how could anyone ever care?
I showed you all of the warnings,
And you turned your fucking head.
This time I don’t need permission,
Stop me now, don’t fucking dare,
I dreamed for countless mornings,
Of ways to assist in your death.
Hold my breath and take my aim,
And the devil will pull the trigger,
A sweet feeling of accomplishment,
Is renewed with every casualty.
Here I am playing the killing game,
The stage doesn’t get any bigger,
I am abolishing all of your sins,
Gratification is in your mortality.
My eyes begin to glow with rage,
And I begin to thirst the revenge,
A deep calming voice is by my side,
I wipe my brow and start to reload.
The madman in a blood drunk daze,
A chalice from hell has been sent,
Sipping it gently until I’m satisfied,
My victim gasps for air as I let go.
You think you won’t be sentenced,
In the grand scheme, I am nothing,
But now you shall be condemned,
I no longer have to remain silent.
I am prepared for consequences,
With all sinning comes suffering,
So if I had to do it all over again,
I would have made it more violent.