The shine fades When the gun is pointed Aiming at the innocent That feeds on a sunny day The damn finger Ready to pull the trigger In thought, a victory Cruelty as a reward The bullet comes out the other side And explodes the insane mind In a wonderful way Release the sweet look Choking and shaking Breaking the silence The beautiful, happy and sated The soulless, unbelieving Forest in blood Paint a small flower The innocent plays in freedom The cruel rots forgotten