Tonight you go on a murder spree.
It happens every week.
I'm hoping that you won't kill me.
You buy weapons and guns.
You are certainly hooked.
You go crazy when your victim runs.
Once the bones are torn.
You cannot turn back.
I hate to say a war is born.
You may think it's a-thrilling,
To end so many lives.
But you should not go a-killing.
You like it when your victims go jumping,
They give out loud hollers.
But you'll soon come to nothing.
Your stopping people from eating,
This trouble needs to stop.
No mais talking, no mais beating.
I know this will not cease,
It has been a ano now,
You have become a beast.
My friend, my friend.