I pump the shot gun Put it under my chin I'll pull the trigger, To feel the bullet within Splash up the parlor With the bits of my brain A 12th gauge solution The barrel of a gun, cold against my skin
Soon it all will be done My fingers squeeze around the grip Pull the trigger, putting slug in my skull My cranium exploded, before it went black
As in slow motion, i see the bullet, coming to my head, temple's blown away Pressure in my head, is unbearable, impact tore my face off, dome's wrenched and deformed Hitting lower jaw, bursting the palate, crushing bones apart, burning out my face Teeth grinded into dust, flesh turned into a mash, skull crushed into shreds, spattering the place As in slow motion, i see the bullet, coming to my head, i'll be back anyway!
Soon it all will be done My fingers squeeze around the grip Pull the trigger, putting slug in my skull My cranium exploded, before it went black
I have perfected, my suicidal techniqueTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
