I saw mortal fear in your eyes
Giving way to frenzy.
We shared bittersweet kisses
To get to the heart of sin.
Born with the smoking gun,
We can't help acting like crazy.
We won't have to die, all we
Need is just shed our skin.
The killer of killers, you freaked out
To shoot the wounded dog dead.
In the world of anarchy and
Violence no saints endure.
As the fireworks explode,
We'll go out painting the town red:
Delight in heavy necking
Under the stars to our last breath,
For sure!

Aram Stefanian

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