i'll either give you
two bullets to put in my head
or two tickets to heaven instead
and which would you pick?
i'm guessing it's the guns
because your hands are shaking
hold the handle upright
and help me end my night
end this pathetic life
you call it
like you made it
like its yours
but you're on fire
and i'm not putting you out
or putting out
i'm through lending my hand
like i need a guilt trip around the world
so everyone can feel it
maybe i'll take you up on it
so the world can you what you are
you're a hurricane, i'm the debris
a walking mess left dead in the streets
end this conversation, start some shit
this is my emergency evacuation plan
let's put it to the test
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