Yattering Panic In A Sea Of Blood

Lust for a murder

Like a sexual perversity

Written down in genes

For generations

Provokes you to strange, sick acts

You don't understand

You look from afar and

You don't know then...

Strong stream

Will snatch you with it

Did you become someone when you brought a gun???

Did you leave your trace on biographies???

Feeding on pain and suffer

There are different ways,

But only one end

Bullets tear bodies off to shreds

Panic in the sea of blood