How Does it Feel?

When I look up to the sky,
All I see are your tired old lies,
Heaven wasn't built for me,
So I look away with silent eyes.

How does it feel,
To finally realize?
How does it feel,
To comprehend your lies?
How does it feel,
To finally realize?
How does it feel,
To lay down and say good-bye?

It feels good.

Punisher

Killing is my business,
And business is good,
You pray to your god,
Doubt he understood.

A shot rings out,
Crimson blood spray,
The bolt slams back,
The scarlet stains the concrete gray.

The mark is down,
I collect my pay,
Made a good wage,
On this damned, bloody day.

Back on the streets,
Waiting for the call,
Give me a name,
I'll kill for all.

My price isn't high,
I enjoy what I do,
But if you stiff me,
I'll make an example of you.
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