you were walking on the devils' trail
and the end is extremely fucking near
i will look down at your corpse and smile
i'm running out of bullets.

in every corner and every alley,
another place to hide, you're running
through the city and i can smell your hair

i followed you into your house,
put a gun straight in your mouth
and that was the end...
you begged me "don't kill me"

by the time the lights were turned on
a thousand bullets were in your heart
it's not enough...
i'm choosing a weapon to kill you