كلمات Mistweaver

I put the 9mm glock to your head And gently squeese the trigger Blowing out your [fucking] brains On the wall in all kind of crazy figures So what are you gonna do now You piece of shit (You're such a???) How (fucking) stupid can a man be You've should have known better Weaving my world From the cord of your soul As I slowly fuck The bullet exit hole Through the funeral mist I drag you to my temple Dead yet so alive Living in my dreams Nothing brings me greater joy Than the memory of when I Wiped that smile from your lips The look of horror in your eyes As I pulled out a gun And pointed it at your [fucking] face