45

Sometimes I feel the insanity that dwells beneath my face,
Crawling out, and breaking through,
Like an endless power chase,
To lose control, then back again,
To be a demon to the eye,
To be looked down at,
Thought of as dirt,
To rather be shot and die,
It all flashes before you,
As your soul no longer flies,
When staring down the barrel of a 45...

To be insane, to have two you, two that you can tell,
One of flesh, skin and bone,
And one of dread and hell,
You cannot separate the two,
Your damned until you die
Staring down the barrel of a 45...

You have a demon inside of you,
your mom, and dad do too,
There's a hell in all of you,
Waiting to be free,
Waiting to spread fear and hate,
To all of man, you, and me,
To solve this curse, damn it back to hell,
The answer, you know perfectly well,
I am free, yet not alive
I've stared down the barrel of a 45...