You see me cleaning my gun
Or it's sleep and destroy
Each day I grow cold
A psychological breakthrough
Oh, with age I grow weaker
From the mistakes I have made
Each day I grow cold
A psychological breakthrough
You see me cleaning my gun
Or it's sleep and destroy
Each day I grow cold
A psychological breakthrough
Oh, with age I grow weaker
From the mistakes I have made
My eyes look so calm
I can't find the shame
I started somewhere
My heart invited intervals
I'm so unaware
I don't recognize my soul
I start to prepare
And exercise my principles
