Bang...

Grab the gun
Rub it against your face
Its cold whispers dig deep into the mind
Driving the sane to extinction

Free the fears
Hold on tight
For their won't be remorse tonight

Walking down gloomy paths
The beautiful sound of joy in the distance
The heart burns with anguish
As you gently scrape it with the answer to everything

Free the demon
Hold on tight
For their will be bloodshed tonight

Hide in the shadows
A dead mans best friend
Pick your target
No turning back
Bang
No turning back

The blood flows down the sidewalk
As the smiles turn to frowns
No expression
For what was once breathing
Is drowning in their own blood
No expression

Free the mortal
Hold on tight
For I'm taking my last breath tonight

Bang...