One friend, two friend, three friend, four
i don't believe there is anymore.
four slit, three slit, two slit, one,
soon it'll be time to invest in a gun.
there is no five friend, six friend, or seven,
that's why i want to make my journey up to heaven.
seven slit, six slit, and of course the five,
death seems to always be the thing i most thrive.
one tear, leads to two tears then to three and more,
i wonder how long i have until i fall to the floor.
