MY MIND IS MY GUN, MY WORDS ARE MY BULLETS
THIS PEN IS MY TRIGGER, I'M EAGER TO PULL IT.
NOT AIMING AT TARGETS,EYES CLOSED,BLINDLY SHOOTING AT ALL
LINE BY LINE, WORD BY WORD, SMILING AS MY VICTIMS FALL.
FEARING ME MY POTENTIAL VICTIMS SCATTER,RUN, FIGHT BACK AND RIOT,
EYES TO THE SKY, I FEEL WEAK I NOTICE I'VE BEEN HIT,
I NOTICE FROM POURS THOUGHTS,
I AM NOW VICTIMIZED IN MY VICTIMS EYES.
I'M LOSING TOO MANY, SO MUCH, TOO FAST.
I PANIC
HEARTBEATS INCREASE,IT ALL BEGINS TO FADE,
I AM NOW A VICTIM TO THIS MADNESS I'VE MADE
EVERYTHING IS HAPPENING SO FAST, NOT KNOWING WHAT TO EXPECT,
BANG,BANG,FALL, FIRE BACK. WHOSE NEXT,WHATS NEXT
DEEP THOUGHTS TELLING ME REMOVE THE BULLET DO IT NOW
I START TO REMOVE IT, THEN ANOTHER SHOT.POW!
THIS ONE THROUGH THE HEAD.
I GO BLANK UNABLE TO THINK
I NOW WANT TO DIE OFF LIKE YESTER-YEARS THOUGHTS AND LIFE-STYLES
I'M DYIN, I'M DEAD, I'M DONE
MY RAGING RAMPAGE IS OVER, NOW I LAY TO REST,
TAKE A LOOK AT THE AFTERMATH, ITS GREAT, MY BEST
THIS PAPER-THIS PEN-MY VICTIMS, CHEERING AND PRAYING I DON'T COME BACK
AS I LAY IN MY GRAVE, PLANNING MY NEXT ATTACK.
