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
