Night time has come
Another hunt has begun
Balls out, I'm like a loaded gun
You think you are a friend of mine
Can't be with that lack of spine
My gun works fine
When I look at you I see
A dead man looking back at me
You've crossed the line one too many times
You smile at me
Not able to see
Easy to hide my twisted personality
I put you to sleep
And take a ride with the devil
My enemies will bleed
When I look at them I see
500 dead people looking back at me
They've crossed the line one too many times
Their pages are written
Their die is cast
Their books are closed
More heads for my collection
When I look at them I see
500 dead people looking back at me
They keep coming to me
I keep tracking them down
[Music: P. Lyse Hansen / Hatesphere, Lyrics: P. Lyse Hansen / J. Bredahl] Night time has come Another hunt has begun Balls out, I'm like a loaded gun You think you are a friend of mine Can't be with that lack of spine My gun works fine When I look at you I see A dead man looking back at me You've crossed the line one too many times You smile at me Not able to see Easy to hide my twisted personality I put you to sleep And take a ride with the devil My enemies will bleed When I look at them I see 500 dead people looking back at me They've crossed the line one too many times Their pages are written Their die is cast Their books are closed More heads for my collection When I look at them I see 500 dead people looking back at me They keep coming to me I keep tracking them down Explain Request ×
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