With strangest diagonal motion again Pushing the temple, by dragging the hand Cold of the gun, death has begun Bullet is killing the moon and the sun. Bullet is scratching the wind in blood Always remember the book of love Two or three seconds to learn All you have got Madly laughing, shooting an' breathing, Playing the God, while he's still sleeping. With finger, that silently trigged the script Bullet flew and your brain could shift Another gun now kills the sun It was the bell, that for you just rung! Bullet is scratching the wind in blood Won't we play for sometime in love? Two or three seconds to live All you have got Balistics ain't just for stupid films Bullet kills everyone not in dreams Wind has been scratched up alive in blood What is this feeling I feel? Not love. Dead and alive you have been During your life Bullet is scratching the wind in blood I have lost everyting. The stars Looking cold on the blood As quick as the shout you've been dead The void is shining through your head!