My wrist, it's red
My face, white...

I'm going to take a rifle
And start shooting you in the head...

White sheets
Black blood...

The birds flying in the field
The children running on the grass...

I was bred to fight
I was born to kill...

There will be no rain today
Since it has all been cried away...

Roses are Dead
Violets are Crushed...

Desire.
Expire...

These wounds are overwhelming
I fear I can't go on...

I'm feeling hardcore
Get out of my way...

Dear Dad...

I'm high on sugar
Lookit this booger...