[Music: D. Blomqvist, F. Estby. Lyrics: M. K„rki.]



I put the 9mm glock to your head

and gently squeese the trigger

blowing out your [fucking] brains

on the wall in all kind of crazy figures



So what are you gonna do now

you piece of shit

(you're such a ???)

how (fucking) stupid can a man be

you've should have known better



Weaving my world

from the cord of your soul

as i slowly fuck

the bullet exit hole

through the funeral mist

I drag you to my temple

dead yet so alive

living in my dreams



Nothing brings me greater joy

than the memory of when I

wiped that smile from your lips

the look of horror in your eyes

as I pulled out a gun

and pointed it at your [fucking] face