My old friend
Look down the barrel
Tell me what you see
The last thing you focus on.
Before you leave.
Pull the trigger, save us time.
A life lived in hatred is better gone
An insect, on it's knees.
Pray forgiveness
Then just bleed
Cock the hammer
Let it be
Empty the chamber
Set us free
No more drama no more need
The stain erased with one deed
Disappear now from this coil
Embrace your hate in the soil
Embrace the soil
Same old trend
I have no quarrel
Just let it be
The reason that I wrote this song
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Bite the barrel, taste the rust.
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