Murder is an easy game, they said;
Just as they passed me the gun with a smirk.
I examined the thing in my hands, was I really going to be a killer?
I pointed it at them and shot that fateful shot.
"But it's okay because they were killers."
Says a voice that was ever so distant in my head.

That night there were reports of a singled armed girl at shot of the innocence.
Ah, hasn't it got out of hand!
I take these white wings of mine and paint them black.
"Murderer, murderer." Says a far voice in my head as I sink into my bloody ways.
Ah, what have I become!

A normal life seems so bland;
I will find a way of life with this gun in hand.
Yes, this game has absorbed me well.
Should I take a stand from myself?
Ah, that far voice speaks again.
"Murderer, murderer, what have you done?"
But I ignore it simply, one day I will change;
Create my own wonderland.

These black wings of mine easily fly into such descended darkness.
The blood on my hands is such a thrill!
And I may regret your deaths, but I will never say sorry!
Look at me, I am the fate to your life.
These tears seem overdone now, as I ask that voice for help...
This game is a fight that I die if I lose, I've decided this is my strife!

Someday I will change,
but until then I remain the black winged villain.
And if you'll still be waiting,
I hold up the gun and shoot your white wings right off.
Don't tell me I've changed for bad!
I may be a murderer, but that will never end.
This is my game that I intend to win.
I don't care if the world falls in.

But still, you grabbed my hand..
"One of the darkness is what you've become."
You said and looked me in the eyes.
"And if it's what you see fate, I will join you."
Ah, a normal life so bland...