Murder... (Gardenian)

Why don't you... Feel like I feel The true Reality My words are no lies But yet not devine Murder... My one domain Murder... My life in flames Why don't you... Pull out your head Out from your ass I'm not filled with pain But so filled with shame I'm not one of those Who escapes the world A purpose shall be done My wrecking haunted gun Acting the same And I'm not filled with shame But yet I feel pain More and more everyday All this pain!! Murder... My one domain Murder... A living flame I'm not one of those Who escapes the world A purpose shall be served to my untrue world Where I'm a hated man And I kill just to be heard A purpose shall be served To the untrue world