Murder... - Gardenian

Why don’t you…

Feel like I feel

The true Reality

My words are no lies

But yet not devine

Murder…

My one domain

Murder…

My life in flames

Why don’t you…

Pull out your head

Out from your ass

I’m not filled with pain

But so filled with shame

I’m not one of those

Who escapes the world

A purpose shall be done

My wrecking haunted gun

Acting the same

And I’m not filled with shame

But yet I feel pain

More and more everyday

All this pain!

Murder…

My one domain

Murder…

A living flame

I’m not one of those

Who escapes the world

A purpose shall be served

To my untrue world

Where I’m a hated man

And I kill just to be heard

A purpose shall be served

To the untrue world