Pull the trigger of a gun
And see like bullet fly
To the crying face of God
Breaking angels for die
So cry and scream
Over your dead Gods
It's just firedream
In the ocean of floods
That fill your head
With trash of emotions
I know we are dead
Drinking some venom potions
Take this razors of words
Just cut for bloody rain
We become a New Gods
Believe, we can live again