This gun cold, raw steel against a head
The feeling of worthlessness and dread spread
The note that has been written no one will care
They fail to see what I am They are all doctrinaires
The trigger is easy to squeeze, but so hard to pull
They all think I'm fool
The trigger is pulled the gun goes off, with out a sound
The gun falls out of a hand, on to the ground
Their blood runs down my face as i grin
I soon begin to wonder, "was this a Sin?"
Now I am free, I am Me, Free
Not much of a Gory person i guess.....just dark.....OH well
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