Put the Gun to my head
Let me draw my last breath...

Put the Shotgun to my head,
Pull the trigger and spill all of my thoughts onto...

The body lays up against the wall,
the smell of blood hangs in the air...

My body lay twisted on the floor,
my eyes still open...

My bleeding soul empty with death,
filled with immortality...

We are the hunted...They the hunted.
Streaming tears fall from this empty face...

My tears, they flood the floor.
My life never complete...

Dearly Beloved,
I cant see what I did wrong...