When the last assassin comes for us we’ll send our marksmen to them and they will define hate and they will design fate and they will procreate deception into his every thought; his spectrum quickly drawing closer towards a darker shade of grey. Behold the everlasting bringers of tirade. Where there is fire we will carry gasoline. So who do you think you’ve come for? Do you not know your foreseen fate? We’ve seen the likes of your kind and shown them to their graves. Yours will show no less mercy or hate; his spectrum quickly drawing closer towards a darker shade of grey. Where there is fire we will carry gasoline. Three weeks have passed since my last confession. I’ve seen a hell I can’t explain; let me take you there. It’s full of reasons that rearrange my mind and hold you from your ways; his spectrum quickly drawing closer towards a darker shade of grey. Behold the everlasting bringers of tirade. Where there is fire we will carry gasoline.