The
assassins the bullets fly
The
drivers speed deaths on the highway
What
are they thinking?
Popping
deaths as they wish?
How
many times can you escape?
Dicing
with death every time
The
record will be written
One
fine day death walks in
Don't
they know?
Nothing
is for free
Do
the good deeds
It
helps to earn credits
The
assassins stalk preys
Speed
waiting to take lives
The
dark angel hides in the corner
Waiting
for the silly souls
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