When you swung
The 9mm in my mind...
Showed me crawling under a table
A table I've never seen really
But I see it all of the time
In that 9mm in my head.
That table.
That 9mm in my mind...
Can't explain how goddamned familiar
I just see myself slide on under
Sliding away from the vi'lence
In that 9mm in my head.
My table.
That 9mm in my mind ...
Just so goddamned fultile and usless
It's not even there to save me
It's not even fucking there at all
In that 9mm in my head.
This gun
The 9mm in my mind...
You swung and there was no table there
For my frail body to slide under
You swung, I watched my blood hit the wall
In the 9mm in my head.
Damn table
The 9mm in my mind...
You swung- the table was a figment
Of my sad beaten little minf
A promise to a girl of a shield
A recorded- 9mm in my head.
This gun
This 9mm in my mind...
When I pull this steel, cold, final, trigger-
My frail body will slide under
I shoot, 9mm records the blood on the wall
35mm to my head.
--Ash
p.s. Don't worry kiddies: I'm not suicidal, it was just some thoughts |
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