Living among friends and enemies,

My fingers are never tired of pulling the trigger,

The gunshots became my earworm,

Pervading the sense of lies and deceit,

kept me alarmed wherever I go,

The hell is calling out my name unceasingly,

But I have no time to die,

You’ve set up a guileful mind game,

Wagered my heart,

Tricked me to play the game,

What a smart move, lady!

But I’m a heartless man in tuxedo,

and the nemesis of menacing ghosts,

I’m the hunter of the phantom

who’s hiding behind the curtains,

But it won’t be long,

All of my strength mustered to hunt him down, soon…