Murder, My Friend

 

 

Anger welling up inside

A little voice is screaming within

Once I crack there’ll be nowhere to run

After all, unless you get caught, murder isn’t a crime

 

Chorus

Kill for joy

Hate, destroy

Murder, my friend

I’ll take it to the end

 

Despair feeds the fire

I’ve got a loaded gun to go

I won’t take this any longer

I’m just about ready to blow

 

chorus

 

People only hear me talking

They don’t know what I’m saying

They always tell me to stay

Well shoot them down I say

 

chorus

 

Deep inside the voice is screaming

It’s saying start the shooting

Lives are lost, I say fuck it

After all, happiness is a warm bullet

 

Chorus x 2

 

 

 

Copyright of Zachary Carriere July 30 1999