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