It takes guts and a gun
Just like Bud Dwyer little surprise
A defect, a defect
No one will ever see it coming
Coming

I'm indulging myself in a strategic advance
Orchestrated by the enemy
It dwells deep, yet grows strong, within

I'm working against myself? Well, am I?

Everything dreadful happening
Imagine how I should feel
When realizing that it was planned
From a beginning that I don't even recall
Recall

From a beginning that
I don't even recall
You might call this a tragedy
Seem more to me like
Like simple standard habits

Wishing to be finally saved
Waiting for something/someone
That would order me to follow
A certain purpose
With both convictions and devotions
If you only knew how I am tired of your paintings

Your bold landscapes sucks
And have ceased to amaze me a while ago
Be a pal and let me add a little fantasy of mine
Abstraction of scarlet red pure, so pure

Drained away by violence
Insanely driving to kill

Are there any written rules to simplicity?
I guess not, so how come you're judging?
You won't the day that it will all end
Drenched in vital fluids
.357

As you are forced to witness
The spontaneity of the events
And I won't be a bother no more