Programing Death

Debating between
Fantasy and reality
My mind starts
To play with me

I can't see clearly
I close my eyes
And I wake in
A strange room
What happen here?

The air is dense
And anger born
Inside of me

Programing death
Is my way to scape
From this nightmare
That has no end

I came out from the room
But my appearance
changed and the environment
That surrounds me

A heavy weapon in my hand
Makes me feel superior

A killing desire flow
Wakes inside of me

When the blood of my
Victims spots my clothes
I can see the way out
From this horror

Programing death
Is my way to scape
From this nightmare
That has no end