As i sit here,
holding the burden of billion deaths
i think,
All this time i was walking with that gang
not tool,but to hide
All the tattoos on my body has no meaning
its just a useless attempt to hide the scars of the past
The clothes and chains which i put on
is not to look cool,but to feel stronger
Every time i hold the gun up at someone
i tremble with fear
knowing that a gun was once held at me
Every time i pull the trigger
i feel the bullet pass through me
i feel the pain i'm making others go through
So here i am pretending to be someone i'm not
to runaway from my bitter past
to deceive others
and here i am left with nothing,
begging the creator for forgiveness and redemption
confessing to my sins
but why am i trying,
this just a hopeless prayer of a gangster
holding the burden of billion deaths
i think,
All this time i was walking with that gang
not tool,but to hide
All the tattoos on my body has no meaning
its just a useless attempt to hide the scars of the past
The clothes and chains which i put on
is not to look cool,but to feel stronger
Every time i hold the gun up at someone
i tremble with fear
knowing that a gun was once held at me
Every time i pull the trigger
i feel the bullet pass through me
i feel the pain i'm making others go through
So here i am pretending to be someone i'm not
to runaway from my bitter past
to deceive others
and here i am left with nothing,
begging the creator for forgiveness and redemption
confessing to my sins
but why am i trying,
this just a hopeless prayer of a gangster






