Down on his knees he sees the devil weeping/whinging his tongue
Mr. Cadillac doesn't even know he's been fighting his own
He's been trying shooting all the angels/devils inside
Playing around with the good and the evil in his mind
Alone in the desert and cold so cold
Driving back to the 10 house city something is wrong
He found the killer weapon in his car on the floor
Delusional the blood lost paint his mind in a cave
Feeding monsters in the back of his head
Killer, ripper, who are you
Take a look into the mirror then you will know
Heaven fire up my blood I'm waiting for something that's better
Saw the door to the 10 house tale 7 shots in the night
Standing in the dark and shaking my own hand for a while
Saw the angel/devil vanished out in the light
Breathing new air for a day to begin
Soulless body with an empty shell
Killer, ripper, who are you
Take a look into the mirror then you will know
Heaven fire up my blood I'm waiting for something that's better
The price was high to pay and the memories are all crying like a child
A reason for all the blood that leaked, and a call up for the wild
Follow me to relentless street where all pain and love will die
7 shots in the body fakes well the loaded mind
