Thoughts of death run through my head
Thoughts of death as I lie in bed
Thoughts of death all through the day
Turn my world dull and gray

Load the mag rack the handle
End my life that's in shambles
My hastened death would be a trifle
As I pull the trigger on my rifle

Paint the walls grey and red
End this existence full of dread
Lay me down in the ground to sleep
All my sorrows my own to keep

Increase the pressure the hammer falls
Lets loose the round to end it all
Perhaps they'll weep for me a short while
After my world goes dark with a smile.