One,Two,Three,
Who's with me?,
My job is to kill,
I wish I didn't have to,
But I must make my family proud,
I have no will,
But to do what has to be done,
For my ideals,
I pull myself through the crowd,
Oh heavenly angel,
Save me from pulling out this gun,
My pack is strapped,
I'm ready to go,
Every face,
Makes me want to run,
Row upon row,
I got to get out this place,
But it must be done,
This isn't a street,
These are my friends,
People i meet,
I'm committing social suicide,
I reach inside my jacket,
Someone lets out a snigger,
I walk away,
To pull the trigger.
