So I kill my mother, father, wife and daughter too 
I turn the gun on me, my brains I’ll blow out too 
But then the gun it jammed on me the carnage I had wreaked 
Then I’m left to stare at death so should I lay a wreath 
My family all lie dead now dead at my feet 
I am left to mourn them this carnage I have wreaked 
So the guilt and shame now it starts to rise 
I am left to stare at what I’ve done with surprise 
The red mist had risen, their murder did ensue 
All the souls that I loved I murdered through and through 
Sometimes I still wonder why blood spilled 
The claustrophobic hate I suppose me must have filled 
After I had murdered them myself I tried to kill 
Now I’m in this prison cell with despair I’m filled