The Oswald File: Chapter V - A Dead Man's Face

On judgment day it all has changes
A hall of bullets flying
Your sweat is cold and caused by pain.

The celebrations reached the peak
You feel your head is aching
The smell of blood is on the street
Pretend your will's been breaking.

Surrender is your fate that comes
Surrender and no way to run.

When bullets hit the sacrosanct
An evil curse is heaven-sent
A curtain on the dead man's face
Is hiding what they put to graves.

Depression thrills the sacred land
When war and pain was heaven-sent
A curtain on the dead man's face
Is hiding what they put to graves.

And if your bullets fail their aim
You'll find another seeker
A different reason affects the same
Your intentions were much weaker.

Surrender is your fate that comes
Surrender and no way to run.

When bullets hit the sacrosanct
An evil curse is heaven-sent
A curtain on the dead man's face
Is hiding what they put to graves.

Depression thrills the sacred land
When war and pain was heaven-sent
A curtain on the dead man's face
Is hiding what they put to graves.