I pump the shoot gun
Put it under my chin
I’ll pull the trigger,
To feel the bullet within
Splash up the parlor
With the bits of my brain
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The barrel of a gun, cold against my skin

Soon it all will be done
My fingers squeeze around the grip
Pull the trigger, putting slug in my skull
My cranium exploded, before it went black

As in slow motion, i see the [bad word] to my head, temple’s blown away
Pressure in my head, is unbearable, impact tore my face off, dome’s wrenched and deformed
Hitting lower jaw, bursting the palate, [bad word] bones apart, burning out my face
Teeth grinded into dust, flesh turned into a mash, skull [bad word] into shreds, spattering the place
 As in slow motion, i see the [bad word] to my head, i’ll be back anyway!

Soon it all will be done
My fingers squeeze around the grip
Pull the trigger, putting slug in my skull
My cranium exploded, before it went black

I have perfected, my suicidal technique
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