Текст песни Target Audience - Пистолет

finishing touches
and again before the end of
last prayer and a last look out the window
unsteady steps
last person
which sought the sun, but has gone to the bottom.
I go out into the yard
smiling villain.
I'm not worried, but I am in doubt.
my gear- shutter.
my soul is empty,
and my actions are not revered with your opinion

pain has a limit,
and this limit - I.
in fear of ugly and pitiful face.
fear of looking at the sights.
fear of looking at me.
Fear does not want to feel closer to the end

every night I see how I charge the gun
every night I feel the cold breath.
He shot at close range, and I see the light again.
shot at close range, and no more desires ...