Trembling Hands

Strong smell of the sickest kind
Groce man even hell would spit you out
Fake smile hides the twisted mind
Pure filth is the lust that built your house
No thing in this fucking world
Is more sickening to me
Than the mind of the animal
Who has his way against their will
The day will come
You’ll find payback meet your face
Shatter your bones
You won’t escape
Beg for forgiveness
What waste of air
Should have never fucking lived
Return to nowhere
Here’s to the lives you have destroyed
She was alone
Frightened and fragile
No way did she stand a chance
So close to home
Still her screams were silent
Mouth was covered by his hands
Face destiny
Smell his breath, your tears, feed his desire
Wish for death, now feel, skin burn like fire
Smell his breath, your tears, feed his desire
Wish for death, now feel, skin burn like fire
I hold a gun in my hands
But I’m not in control
I hold a gun in my hands
Strong smell of the sickest kind
Groce man even hell would spit you out
Fake smile hides the twisted mind
Pure filth is the lust that built your house
Now before me
Captured and cornered
Stands a man who’s facing death
My mind has mercy
But hatred has my heart
I can’t hold still my trembling hands
I can’t hold still my hands
When all laws are unable to punish
I say justice is born in a gun
If you thought that my words are not honest
Then you must fear what I have become
As I write down my name in red letters
To make sure they’ll remember always
You will see this time I’m the offender
For I am the end of your days