hand wrapped around a
rag soaked in gaso
line it`s nightmare time
yeah, i`m on teevee
i`m really here.
it`s really me
blown straight backwards
eyebrow cut and bleeding
out the door
what a surprise
there`s no light in my eyes
when i`m gone
i hope you find this song
and i hope it kills you
gun cocked and raised high
(flag for the new year)
banner for the dead
children screaming
i hope heaven is
silent and then i
cops break in and
he falls backwards
fingers limp, blood-red
what a surprise
there`s no light in my eyes
when i`m gone
i hope you find this song
and i hope it kills you
just like you killed me