Operatic
The day
Of reckoning is approaching you all
No veil of innocence nor feigned repentance could requite what you’ve caused
The time for that
Has long passed and now I’m left to make sense of this bitter
Alienation
You keep
Pushing me
Pushing me too far
I grim reaper cometh
What a glorious dawn
O vermillion sun be the light of this manifestation
Pull the alarm and get in position
Sites
Trained
Neck
High
Finally, sweet retribution
Time to commence my exhibition
Letting out
What has been building up
Laugh now
Let’s hear you fucking laugh at me now
Touch me again
Now you won’t be touching
Anything
You’ve asked now you shall receive
Just look at you now
Look at the mess you made
Now only cold silence remains
I’ve made my message clear
As can be
The whole world will know me
And as the sirens near
I place the weapon in my mouth and squeeze