| Last night Johnny died in a blink of an eye
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| Under flickering moon with a sinister smile
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| After 23 years of constant unease
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| He thought a bullet would make 'em voices cease
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| Determined to taste ice-cold hard steel
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| While wondering how it would feel
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| To fall in his knees by his own hand
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| Conclusion… Hey, it must be grand!
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| At the age of thirteen, nerves slashed the unclean
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| Found himself in a maze, endless, unseen
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| Take left, take right, reason vanished from sight
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| Not a thing could make him feel alright
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| Pull, Pull, Pull, Pull!!!
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| The bullet brings peace and his peace was death
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| One move would take him far beyond
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| That is how Johnny took his final breath
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| With this calming thought I cleanse my entity
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| One gentle squeeze will finally set me free
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| Last night Johnny died in a blink of an eye
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| In a gunshot clad in a messiah’s disguise
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| After 23 years of constant unease
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| He thought it was time for 'em voices to cease
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| At the end of that day one life slipped away
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| No one there to beg this one to stay
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| One shell now lies in a crimson bed
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| Would you take yours instead? |