I hate what you've done to me
You've gone behind my back and made me bleed
Can you pull the knife out please?
In the cold the blood is starting to frezze
Look down the sight,grab the trigger,then squezze
Before your fingers begin to frezze
Make sure he's dead now reload the gun
Listen to the sirens as you run
Dodge the lead flying in the air
Misses you by just a hair
If you die noone will care
They'll think it was just a dare
Find the getaway car
Leave them wondering who you are
Next morning you read"Man is dead
He was shot in the head."
Go to school and hear someone cry
They hope the killer fries
Noone knows you're liveing a lie
Until the day you die
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In This Darkness I Can See What Is Becoming Of Me.