Take the knife, make the call.
What is life worth? Anything at all?
Pull the trigger against your head.
What is the difference in being alive or dead?
Swallow the pills, take them all.
Your soul to kill, finally you fall.
Put the noose around your neck.
And then let go to end your life-long trek.
Into pain and fire, you will descend.
If that is your desire, you would do it all over again.
Crank the motor in your mom's garage.
And forever fall asleep into a twisted mirage.
The pain you had is no more.
You've inflicted it unto others; what was it all for?
You played your cards, too very soon.
Now you pay in misery, under The Blood Red Moon.
1989
