[Inno]

Meticulous in his laziness he was obscure
Suffered from nothing, he’s a life time of cures
Each night he dies in his sleep, quietly he does
So until he’s sees invisible tags tied to his cold toes
A passive suicide type, the kind ready to die but afraid of knifes.
Active in do or die flight, the kid soared towards his strives
Always at the end of the line it was a constant wait for him
his life, his hair, his girlfriend contested his whim
Even when he spit he managed to get ever drop on his shoes
And when it came to religion he got it worst than a Jew
His father was German and his mother Israeli – I know?!
He was a walking punching bag for bible thumping ‘homos’
So he hated god and figures the natural thing is to be evil
he opens his soul until it sequels in size which was once like a peep hole
A coward in sheep’s clothes, plastic teeth start to harden
And the wolf instinct is instant and distinct, it has a stench
His nerves in sync now he thinks of things like revenge
He skipped school and started dealing in murders
A young killer taking lives to the edge; he knows no borders
But no one is to blame but himself so his optical are aimless
When he shoots he’s blameless for those who are left brainless
On the pavement off shots fired from his holster he calls “heeey miss”
An animal cage less he plots to age less with every murder he stages

years pass and the notches are getting to heavy to carry
the flow of corpses is routine but the levy is weary
he could fill gorges with the bodies he desecrated
his metamorphosis from mouse to lion is celebrated
Infatuated by his peers, a marksmen amongst the blind
A hero to thieves, king of the pawns he moves with pride
but wait a minute...
In the end he was decrepit and alone he accepted it in shame
No one was getting killed and no one was getting fame
With death knocking… he died not knowing his name
only knowing one way...killing was just a game



Edited for spelling