Letras
Snake, grim reaper, walking past the classrooms
Rifles at the boys and girls
Still bullets pierce, go through all the teachers
As they speak, dying children running toward the light
It's feeding from the screams of the people of Miami Vice, Florida
Oh no, good Lord, oh no, more!
Victor holds his breath tight
Trying to survive the raid
But shortly starts to walk away
Mm-mm-mm-mm
Mm-mm-mm-mm
Ah-ah-ah
Victor hid
Divinity has left its shade
He was the few to survive the matter
Under the bodies, the oceans grieve
They do indeed
Faceless sickos, bullets flow through caskets
Gravels with the sound of death
Worn teardrops, bleak nightmares follow parents in their sleep
Frightened fathers looking for their guns
They're feeding from the hate of the reaper from the underground Hades
They're feeding from the hate of the reaper from the underground Hades
Spaceless mind
Muscles ache, something's got your left hand
Red-wound
He feels guilt 'cause he hid underneath the screaming squads
Mum-Ba!
Still Victor saw the snake
It was not rid of all of his friends
Could not believe it, served in hate
Didn't realize after all he was the one who held the gun
The gun, the gun
He's gone insane
He's gone insane
He's gone insane
He's gone insane
Ah!
Ah!
Ah!
Mask off, Victor's laughing out of madness
Plays with all the guts and brains
Caught bullets pierce, go through all his tendons
As he falls, dying Victor running toward the light