G O D

With one hand I write, with the other I kill
With one hand I give, with the other I take

I'm a man with an idea, a man with a purpose
I'm a man...not a savage, but I'm still dangerous

Dangerous, although an idea can be changed
Dangerous, because a purpose is rock solid

A purpose can take a long time, but it will always be there
A purpose can be put on hold, but it's not bendable

The world is not surrounded in war, but in a cloud of nostalgia and comedy
The world tries to deny my presence, to forget that I'm the only one that all can see

Some pray for hope and love, which I give them every day and every night
Some carry nothing but hate, which I offer is a chance for them to repay

The smell of dead, the sound of loading guns, but most of all the rhythm of ones broken heart
are the things that I learnt, these things latch and grow within me, yet they never get old

That's what makes me a god, just one of my kind
That's what makes me a god, to put an end to this failure...tell all of you to stop

Because believe me the end is near, my purpose shall be fulfilled
The purpose of changing this world, even if it means to start over again

To write some more, to kill yet another
To stop this madness and remind them it's my job