Coward's 9
If when you perceive the world has slighted you
Your reaction is to reach for your nines
Then you are a coward
And you aren't even worthy of these lines
Confusion, transgression, aggression
She makes you believe
Disorder, oppression or
Whatever you seek
Possession, depression
Corroding your mind
And now
For your obsession
You want to shed innocent blood
A coward act
Designing the plan
Your illness won't hide
Your thirst for pain
A friendly face
A new Judas kiss
Luring everyone
Until the first hit
You want them to suffer
But they aren't the same
You won't realize
Revenge is in vain
The more I hate
The more you grieve
I'm playing games
With your life
Slowly I watch
All the bleeding
And then I join
My own horror
Behind the trigger
Where losers hide
You are feeling proud
For every cry
You have a bullet
For every woe
She holds your hand
Hell is where you go
The more I hate
The more you grieve
I'm playing games
With your life
Slowly I watch
All the bleeding
And then I join
My own horror
The more I hate
The more you grieve
I'm playing games
With your life
Oh, sweet death
Embrace me
Behold
The pale horse
Your reaction is to reach for your nines
Then you are a coward
And you aren't even worthy of these lines
Confusion, transgression, aggression
She makes you believe
Disorder, oppression or
Whatever you seek
Possession, depression
Corroding your mind
And now
For your obsession
You want to shed innocent blood
A coward act
Designing the plan
Your illness won't hide
Your thirst for pain
A friendly face
A new Judas kiss
Luring everyone
Until the first hit
You want them to suffer
But they aren't the same
You won't realize
Revenge is in vain
The more I hate
The more you grieve
I'm playing games
With your life
Slowly I watch
All the bleeding
And then I join
My own horror
Behind the trigger
Where losers hide
You are feeling proud
For every cry
You have a bullet
For every woe
She holds your hand
Hell is where you go
The more I hate
The more you grieve
I'm playing games
With your life
Slowly I watch
All the bleeding
And then I join
My own horror
The more I hate
The more you grieve
I'm playing games
With your life
Oh, sweet death
Embrace me
Behold
The pale horse
Credits
Writer(s): Marco Feltrin
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