blowing up its head

I go to blow up its head
acting as an insane person
thinking as a maniac
I see they running
and the shots blowing up to its sides
police of a side
to restrain the chaos
badly they know that everything this programmed
is a great conspiracy
I knows but almost nothing I can make
to only shoot in these pigs
to reduce this dirty legion
I shoot with my pistol glock g
I can feel the anxiety in my body
the sweat draining for the adrenalin
and the pleasure in my heart
for killing these bastards
the night falls
the blood drains for the streets
carbonized bodies and mutilated
to the end a deep one I silence
without the most beautiful melancholy
the sound of mine weapon blowing up its head