| pen,paper, and a razor blade |
| the rich we deceave trust among theives? when will it end? in comes the pen to write my words about lost turns anger lurks in my soul burning me like charcoil killing the remains as i want to blow out your brains rocking and talking then i begin walking as i look at all my achievments showing them all just hanging on the wall memories of good times fill my mind as im crying my teeth begin to grind i sit back down to cool my tears begin to turn to drool killing my insides i feel the anger moving to my thighs what is this all for? a lie of a fucking whore as a wise man once said "quote the raven never more" the shadows i see could they be me? i sit in the corner once again the words echoeing in my head "no your head just got to big" the grave of life we all have one In comes the paper the note right before the slit of a throat sacrifice of the goat you must write one not just for fun so before you load the gun make sure you are ready are you sure? second thoughts will flow just let them go In comes the strange man I'm your only friend if you want money i shall lend do you want fame? are you up for the game? have you finished the letter? your doing much better you can have everything just give me a piece of your wing if we all had one moment in the sun amazing that you can do it with a gun fame and fortune love and torture choas and hate good your dead your doing great step right this way as i pass you the ashtray we probally should get started oh my, parden me i farted dont mind the flames or that everyone is tied in chains your the only one i care about after all for me, you slit your throat come this way leading you to a door |