Accident
Илья Баранов
What can you do
When you knows nothing
Only panic feeds your state of fear
Your mind is slowly disappear
This fear
Fills your lungs
Its hard to brief, to think, to run
When enemy is danger as fuck
When enemy is danger as fuck
Im crumbling deep inside
This feel is capturing my mind
Helplessness
You try to to find some who can deal with it
Helplessness
But if you not be cautios there be noone left to help to
Taste of fear
You run in my hands
Do you know how much time you have?
Im a serial killer
And your life is next
Pray your gods
For the better end
Boom
Shoot in a face
Dishonored death
Your dreams been taken away
Boom
Shoot in a face
Dishonored death
Your dreams been taken away