.25 Lyrics

We're seldom
Equipped for loss
Loss of any
Magnitude
Eliminating the
Awareness
For pain
There is
Only one thruth
All good things

Must end
Get the .25
Ringing in my head
Still in my head
You won't
Leave me alone
Two feet
Of raw flesh
I can still
Hear them eating
Three shots
Not enough
Fourth shot
Not soon enough
There is
Only one truth
All good must end