My favorite place
Under the falling rain
I was being cleansed
With the shiny toy gun in my hand
It had to be done today
a perfect day
praying that they will understand
Nothing matters now
For I have reached the end
with the shiny toy gun in my hand
The earth and the sky collided
with a deafening bang
escaping the world of the damned
The shiny toy gun
is nothing but a tool
for me to reach my destination
To the Promised Land
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