I don't take hostages and I don't fuck up children.
This precautions help me to live more cheerful.
Humans always need some moral restraints to live.
It's just like fire extinguishers, and that's not a fucking shit.
They help us to manage with a scum of the darkest days.
They allow me to not bother with copious shitty details.
The hostages is a nerve. Children? Yeah, fuck them all.
It's better lie down with the rifle and listen a Bach through iPod.
I watch my breath: in and out, in and out.
With all the possible attention, I don't want to be bad with somewhat.
I watch my breath, sometimes in even pissy haystacks.
Fugue, piano, fugue again. Bach really carries me up.
I watch my breath and just squint in my sniper scope.
Then some people appear, then it's just nothing but corpse.
Mostly they fall nearby, sometimes it's one on another.
Someone was wearing Prada, someone worked out his muscles.
I'm telling this as an expert, this is a beautiful death.
At first, it's very effective. What a tragedy! Fucking stun!
And secondly, it's directly, it's not some fucking cirrhosis.
And not a brain metastases or stupid drug overdoses.
I'm like an angel for them, dragging to the other world.
Even like an archangel, for angel I am too old.
I don't take hostages, it happened, but never again.
I used to be godless, and will not the same way remain.
I made my way to the faith, and, fuck, I will get to her.
Of course, in my own manner, and perhaps I will even fall.
We all could fall off one day, and therefore perhaps we will not.
That's what we call a song, and our secret lies in this plot.