My Maker

Pull my hair squint my eyes
Slash my arms slash my thighs
Grind my teeth then bight my tongue
Hate my life wish there was none
I hate me and I hate you
I hate him and I hate her too
Take my pistol take my gun
Take my bullets I'll take a tonne
Take my bible take my cross
This world has failed I have lost
Walk the roads and walk the paths
Dodge the people and dodge the cars
They laugh loud they laugh at me
Are my blind eyes the first to see
Reflect a gaze from strangers eyes
The truth to me are their lies
They're killing me they're killing us
So killing them won't be a fuss
The roads are busy the streets are pact
The scene is set now I must act
High from the tower below I stare
These parasites are everywhere
I load the tray my gun I cock
Then I take aim switch off the lock
Now I select the automatic
Squeeze the trigger people frantic
Rat tat tat the bullets race
I shoot their bodies I shoot their face
Two hundred rounds in one long burst
I hate this shit of which I hurt
I change the belt and start again
Whatever moves will meet it's end
Now who's laughing me or you
You parasites in a world of gloom
Now one last thing in this day of craze
Take out my pistol into the black hole I gaze
I hold tight and squeeze the trigger
Who would have known I was my own maker...