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Here I am, I stare so vacantly, I look upon the things I've done it burns a hole in me. I waited just for the right time, get set and go, and by the time that you are dying I'm sure you'll know, the smell of burning, of embers and gasoline, I light the matches let the fire do the work for me. Oh, here I go again, I have a message to send. I am not afraid of you. Just fall asleep, it's time to meet you're maker and I have got the front row seat. Oh, soon you will be six feet under the dirt, buried right where you belong. Here I am, I wait so patiently, I've got a barrel full of hatred for the one I see. One click to the left will keep you in my sights, this gun is hungry for a kill and I've been up all night. My eyes grow tired from watching you as you sleep, I pull the trigger let the bullets do the work for me. Oh, here I go again, I have a message to send. I am not afraid of you. Just fall asleep, it's time to meet you're maker and I have got the front row seat. Oh, soon you will be six feet under the dirt, buried right where you belong From Letras Mania