Does This Gun In My Mouth Make Me Look Suicidal?

guilty war pigs with nowhere to hide the shame of a nation that doesn't try the obsession of bad to the bone does this gun in my mouth make me look suicidal no not at all die for the cause of someone elses desire to kill blackmail and pigeonhole the stool pigeon to finaly have a taste of rocky road the quaking leaf you are shaking on that limb ready to let go of the autumn wind someone bought the farm new names for anthrax the whitemen brought to heighten their power does this gun in my mouth make me look suicidal? no not at all makes you look like a war pig about to do the right thing the smiles on every childs face will haunt you for an eternity the celebrations you persist to endure to breathe as a scapegoat for your own mercy won't come the lie you live can't be escaped nor washed away alas the clouds tell the breeze of the birds wings and the flowers of bees the smell of death and decay in the spring won't let you sleep does this gun in my mouth make me look suicidal? no not at all the string on your finger to remind you of the note in your pocket the one of the sign as to when and how to blow your brains out an instructional video you don't need difficulties with for the spider web weaving trouble merciless doubtfull remorse of an eteernity entrapping you the oak and ivy replacing the sadalwood and stone soapy hands washing clean in the mud forever and ever to never be forgiven unbearable good news from the sheep from the bull on parade the massacre you want can start with you today does this gun in your mouth make you look suicidal? no not at all looks like the death of a war pig and i get off on stuff like that no salvation no mercy no love no forgiveness die in the streets of society eventually nothing will be tolerated does the bounty on your heads come cheap? not really we all add to the pot and this obvious heart will feast on the dirt upon the floor you belong from this gaping hole like a wrecking ball that crucifies us all nailed to a grudge you call a rollercoaster this curse of simplified things can not be undone forever spider weaves webs soapstone and clover the complete take over nothing to believe but the death of the devil i place upon your shoulder the gun in your mouth looks suicidal as you creep and creak up the stairs down the hall knock knock ding dong ding dong father time and lady luck offered this fate my destiny 666