Lies in death, ten years at hand
Nowhere to live, nowhere to go
There is only one bullet left
Do yourself a favour and accept your death
This is a misanthropic war
Where there is only yes or no
You either fight with us
Or execute yourself
One step closer to failure
Just pull the trigger and execute yourself
This Nine Millimetre is the last thing you will ever feel
This isn't the end, it is the ultimate beginning
One step closer to failure
Just pull the trigger and execute yourself
Have your final moment
Then execute yourself
There is only one bullet left
Do yourself a favour and accept your death
This Nine Millimetre is the last thing you will ever feel
This isn't the end, it is the ultimate beginning