i want to sing into your eyes, your

dilated eyes die criminal die

are you the kind of man that would 

hold your breath to part with your

lungs?

are you the kind of man that would 

cry fake tears to save your eyes from

the sight of your own blood?

because now's the time with torso high

you gave a brave look but you're not

so high anymore now i pulled the

trigger once so i could see you dance i

guess there was just enough gunsalt to

ricochet up and and pt a hole in your

head ...because now's your time.

canto funbre froever we march

you've made a sea of calloused hearts

to loathe.