turn your back on your past
make a mark with a crime that lasts
"guns dont kill" bullets do
and i've been saving one for you
hold me down i can feel a seizure coming
think i took too much marazine
saw blade bits tearing tendons
from your neck like so much
knives through bread
til your head sags falls to the ground
cashmere crush covered in smoke
i'm all cried out
soldiers march
a red sunsets blood
soaked babes on bayonets
the flag still waves for all
to see like moonlight on my machete
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