i could stand here ranting all day
about the way the world is dying
but no one would listen, no one would care
so i'll shoot the fucking audience
then i'll put the gun to my head
still, no one would care
a loss of life, to gain the sight
it's open, it's empty, it's raw
it'll never be understood
i can't keep this going any longer
i'm so tired of this game show
i want to shoot the stewpid host
i want to blow a hole through
the tv screen, from the inside
shoot the couch potato through
his sprouting nonseeing 3ye
venomous morning television
they won't show that on the news
get your gun and run with me
salvation's around the next corner
redemption is the only way
and soon we'll understand why
dump your hopes into a bowl of cereal
and eat it while you're watching death on tv
see how many people you can kill
but you know, suicide is the only thrill
if you don't do it, you know who will
i hope this morning, you get your fill
the truth is hidden for all to see
why is this, and who the fuck are we
the only way to see the real me
is to kill yourself, and be set free
resurrection is your golden ticket
so you can tell your god where to stick it
i could stand here ranting all day
but my death is just moments away
i kill myself to show the world i care
and the most you can do, is stare
oh well, no one said this game was fair
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