By Blue Devil
The cold sets in on the winter night.
The winds howl through the trees for a fright.
The snow and the rain come down slow.
My soul is lost and my mind is out of control.
I look into the mirror and see the old.
I look into the mirror and see what Ive sold.
What is all of this that I have disowned.
The pain of fire sets in.
The heat of anger is on the rampage again.
The burning of hate sets wars between men.
Is this the end?
I look into to the mirror and see the dead.
I look into to the mirror and see what is ahead.
What can I do?
All I can do now is load my gun and take them down.
Kill them all before they kill me.
May they all soon rest in peace.