i want to sing into your eyes,
your dilated eyes die criminal die
are you the kind of man that would hold your breath to part with your lungs
are you the kind of man that would cry fake tears
to save your eyes from the sight of your own blood
because now’s the time with torso high
you gave a brave look but you’re not so high anymore
now i pulled the trigger once so i could see you dance
i guess there was just enough gunsalt to ricochet up
and put a hole in your head
...because now’s your time.
canto funebre forever we march
you’ve made a sea of calloused hearts to loathe