Death کے بول

The line is formed Wait for your turn It's going to come You are not alone And not going to die alone There is a wall of people like you Afraid and crying Begging for life Memories from your past Despair in your mind The time has come Bullet in the skin Bullet in the head Draining blood Aiming the target The end The execution! Death! Death! Death! Death! Death! Death! Shots fired Death! Death! Death! Death! Death! Death! Shots fired What was your sin? Why are you there? Do you deserve it? Is it fair? Is it right? Is it wrong? What is justice? Is it an education matter? Is it a religion matter? Is it a culture matter? What is going on? Bullet in the skin Bullet in the head Draining blood Aiming the target The end The execution! Death! Death! Death! Death! Death! Death! Shots fired Death! Death! Death! Death! Death! Death! Shots fired