Faggot

They don't understand
if they ever will
they're just a bunch of pricks
you say to me
your wings torn and black
god won't take you
but the devil will
with a grin on his face
but baby why can't you ever understand your such a fag

don't end up like Shepard
I say to you
you're going to end up with blood in your lungs
and a taste in your mouth
it's so easy to hide
and just tell a lie
but what good will it do
if you end up in hell anyway
cause baby you can't get in it through your head
that your such a fag and I'm such a prick

one day I'll find the note in your room
the people they're smile when they see your coffin
but me baby I'll be standing on the side
crying with blood in my eye's
I should of done something
I say to myself
I known your somewhere dreadful
and I am the cause

The bastard stands next to me and looks at me
he opens his mouth and whispers slightly
"I called him fag one to many times. I should of called him lover"
the deed is done I tell to him
and I take my scythe and turn away