This is a song I wrote a long time ago.
Shot gun suicide
in a back seat
rapeing from your genocide
dieing to your beat
falling down a rabbit hole
falling in your mind
so lock and load baby
cause now its time
POINT! AIM! and shoot me
I! HATE! this life I have
its time to die
its time to die
its time to die from a shot gun suicide
a hole blown open wide
from the devils hand
spinning from the terrified
crawling across the land
slam a bullet in my head
slit my wrists for the blood
child devil eat the dead
sinking back into mud
chours
Mr. Spooky