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I think they're getting close now
I sense that they are approaching.
I can feel them on the wind
I can perceive their presence in the air.
I used to hunt, I wondered, I know now
Reflecting on my past hunting experiences, I now understand.
Yeah I can smell it creeping in
I can detect it gradually advancing, possibly a threat.
Well I loaded up my shotgun
I have prepared my shotgun for defense.
And I waited for the end
Awaiting the inevitable conclusion.
The sweat's pooling on my brow now
Sweat is forming on my forehead, showing the tension.
Slipping down and sinking in
It's dripping down and absorbing into my being.
Yeah my skin is itching
My skin is irritated, perhaps from anxiety or anticipation.
Trigger finger twitching
My trigger finger is restless and ready.
And there's a shape like dying men
Observing a shape resembling the fate of dying individuals.
Gave remorse a thought but it's done now
Contemplated remorse but actions are irreversible now.
So I tallied up my sins
Listing and acknowledging my committed sins.
Yeah I hear my mother call now
Hearing my mother calling, uncertain if she is safe.
Wonder if she made it in
Speculating on whether she managed to find refuge.
Dishonest have nots
People who are dishonest and lacking, leaking anxiety.
Leaking like an anxious dog
Metaphorically describing a situation of tension and unease.
Through the wall
Loaded shotgun shells, symbolizing a destructive climax.
I loaded buckshot
Released destructive force, leading to a chaotic end.
Shattered final ecstasy
Resulting in a shattered and chaotic final state.
Instead this mess in front of me and
In place of anticipated pleasure, facing a grim reality.
Here I am
Presenting the aftermath, standing amidst the chaos.
Nine dead men
Nine individuals have met their demise.
Wished on a padlock
Expressing a wish, possibly regret, symbolized by a padlock.
Couldn't feel it sinking in
Unable to feel the consequences sinking in.
All my friends
All my friends witnessed my cowardice and its consequences.
They watched me lock up a coward's lockbox
Locking away my fears, attempting to retreat to a dreamlike state.
Tried to fall back in my reverie, but
Struggling to escape the harsh reality in front of me.
Still this mess in front of me
The grim situation persists despite attempts to escape.
It smelled so grim
The atmosphere is filled with a disturbing scent.
Ten dead men
Ten individuals have met their demise.
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