I´ve got a new image f**ers, people call me maniac I´ve bought a new toy to play what can make a real big wreck There´s no disease in my head or in my clever brain Expecting nor a sympathy nor a fame I´m not doing beauty things, just what must be done Not for higher principes but for fun It seems to be a harder way, not to feel the hate Sorry for these injures but it´s just too great There is no difference between a businessman or nun It is very powerful to use a released gun I´ve found my dream real Chorus: Bullets leave barrel loud Flare up gun fire Beware I may shoot in head He, who plays doesn´t do bad Shooting down suddenly Looking so friendly Gun makes me feel free I've got the same image f**ers, they still call me maniack Reloading that toy to play which can make a real big wreck Aiming at targets all around I don´t need the light Everybody who wants to run can, but cannot hide I can be on the roof or on the other side You are so good people, try to stay alive My hands are controlled by extreme experience It´s not strange if you feel, you will need defence You are lucky when I stop my super exibition Nothingness is symptomatic you didn´t live in fiction Pain, pain Chorus Bullets strike air next to head You should have better stayed in bed Behind the belt feel weight is nice Sensation of the power, the glory ride Chorus