27 acessos
Like a child you cry and yuo reach out
In your hand
And one hundred bullets you shot'coz
They want you to
You want to kill, you do it for many years
Dying
Your father, dying your soul
Death's venom possessed your mind
Treason's call devours you like grave
For your ideal
You gave up
Belief in god
You inflict blow to your soul
It is too late
You must be
Orders given
Revenge fire caught you up
You see death
Now your life is your hangman