Cold Murderous Music

Why don’t you kill yourself
Slit, your wrists
Slit the right one
now the left.

As a symbol for our end.
Hang yourself in the stairs.

Throw yourself in front of
a eighteen wheel semi truck.

Try to stick your pencil, up your nose
and smashing it into a table

Take a shotgun
the barrel up against your brains
your head usually gets fucked anyway

People. Don’t Care.
This is how life goes.

Take a heroin overdose
your death is your extacsy
and it beats lusting for me.

Why don’t you kill yourself
Slit, your wrists.

Hang yourself in the stairs.

Throw yourself in front of
a eighteen wheel semi truck.

Try to stick your pencils, up your nose
and smashing it into a table

Take a shotgun
and blow out your brains
your head usually gets fucked anyway

People. Don’t. Care.
This is, how life goes.

Take a heroin overdose