44calibar.your.chosen.bullet

Fire these bullets, 30 bullets to the ground.
The bloodshed is so grim;
I can see the blueprints of your sins.
Designed to wound && programmed for deceit,
Those footprints press so deeply, to suffocate I'd breathe you in.

Your distress flare summons each present fool
The anguish which you bask in, could fade with no objection
A subsided feud won't calm my vendetta
While you whisper my amphetamine, I feel no pain is cured

Sing that sweet melody that once soothed me to sleep
With my heart encased you found me,
Any fact or notion could be rendered obsolete
Deviated from your morals && accustomed to mistruths
Each case you handle is nothing but a common occurrence
Analysed, I'm an inseparable factor
You chose me to destroy...