I’m standing on my knees, waiting for police
I’ve shot down with my guns about 20 people
They would ask me why, why I did this crime
I want to see them die without reasons
 [bad word] 
If I had a gun
everyone would die
Screaming, shouting, bleeding, crying
Creeping, crawling, praying, dying

I want to see them bleed without any need
I’m just like the saint, who gives redemption
When bullets hit the aim feeling [bad word] For me it’s still the same as satisfaction

I will be sent to jail and I’ll be burned in [bad word] 
But nothing changes my mind or my reaction
Maybe I was wrong but feelings were too strong
Demons made me do all those [bad word]