Death! - Nervosa

The line is formed, wait for your turn, it’s going to come

You are not alone and not going to die alone

There is a wall of people like you, afraid and crying, begging for life

Memories from your past, despair in your mind, the time is come

Bullet in the skin

Bullet in the head

Draining blood

Aiming the target

The end, the execution!

Death!

death!

death!

Death!

death!

death!

shots fired

What was your sin?

why are you there?

do you deserve it?

Is it fair?

is it right?

is it wrong?

what is justice?

Is it an education matter?

is it a religion matter?

Is it a culture matter?

What is going on?