
Last Thoughts
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The pain, it feeds my anxiety, please don't use the knife
It lets me hope, drives me to despair, tells me I'm still alive
The pain, it numbs my perception, please don't use the hammer
I know that its not personal, but I'm scared of your quiet manner
My wife, my kids, they wait for me, please don't go ahead
It makes me cry to realize, that in the end I'll be dead
My skull is broken, my stomach pierced, I snore through my broken nose
My thoughts are with my family, while I breath my final dose
As the yellow bag comes down on me, I realize this can't be right
Implements made to create a thing, now used to end a life
My wife, my kids, they wait for me, please don't go ahead
It makes me cry to realize, that in the end I'll be dead
Maniacs on a killing spree, sworn to leave a legacy of dread
A cruel swath of brutality, first one done, twenty still ahead
The fear is what has driven us to leave a life as prey
To choose the path of dominance, where we let the weak ones pay
The hammer blows erase our past, hatred fuels our mission
Pointedly aiming for the head, battered beyond recognition
It lets me hope, drives me to despair, tells me I'm still alive
The pain, it numbs my perception, please don't use the hammer
I know that its not personal, but I'm scared of your quiet manner
My wife, my kids, they wait for me, please don't go ahead
It makes me cry to realize, that in the end I'll be dead
My skull is broken, my stomach pierced, I snore through my broken nose
My thoughts are with my family, while I breath my final dose
As the yellow bag comes down on me, I realize this can't be right
Implements made to create a thing, now used to end a life
My wife, my kids, they wait for me, please don't go ahead
It makes me cry to realize, that in the end I'll be dead
Maniacs on a killing spree, sworn to leave a legacy of dread
A cruel swath of brutality, first one done, twenty still ahead
The fear is what has driven us to leave a life as prey
To choose the path of dominance, where we let the weak ones pay
The hammer blows erase our past, hatred fuels our mission
Pointedly aiming for the head, battered beyond recognition
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