Murdered To Death - Mantic Ritual

Dodging all the bullets that are flying past your head

Running for your life as they pump you full of lead

Ammunition meets the marrow falling to the ground

Just another casualty round after round

It doesn’t really matter why I do these things I do

I need no rational for the things I chooses to do

Just some consolation for the shit you have to see

Ammunition costs but the murder is always free

I don’t turn my back

Wait for my attack

You’re better off running through a Nazi mine field

Than the chances of you living with your ego as a shield

Shattering the memories that held you to the past

Slaughtering the cherished ones while I just stand and laugh

You could die by nature you could die on your own

But I think it’s better if you don’t die alone

Your death should be shared with nobody but me

I will end your life when your limbs cease to be

Feel the blackness of my breath

Murdered to death