Cold Murderous Music

Why don't you kill yourself

Slit, your wrists

Slit the right one

Now the left.

As a symbol for our end.

Hang yourself in the stairs.

Throw yourself in front of

A eighteen wheel semi truck.

Try to stick your pencil, up your nose

And smashing it into a table

Take a shotgun

The barrel up against your brains

Your head usually gets fucked anyway

People, don't care.

This is how life goes.

Take a heroin overdose

Your death is your extacsy

And it beats lusting for me.

Why don't you kill yourself

Slit, your wrists.

Hang yourself in the stairs.

Throw yourself in front of

A eighteen wheel semi truck.

Try to stick your pencils, up your nose

And smashing it into a table

Take a shotgun

And blow out your brains

Your head usually gets fucked anyway

People don't. care.

This is, how life goes.

Take a heroin overdose.