Coward's 9

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): The Risen Dread
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