Now Your Dead, |
For all the blood weve shed, |
-- The Death Of One Is A Tragedy, The Death Of Million Is Just A Statistic -- |
This May Just Be The Year That I |
Take A Gun Called H A T E Upto Your H E A R T And Pull The T R I G G E R |
With An [ A N G E L ] Face And A Taste Of |
The motivated thought of the depressed: |
"What Does It Matter,...It Could All Be Over In A Few Seconds..." |
Death calls, |
Im bleeding in my floor |