A/N: Well this is definitely a harder song, yet at the same time different from my harder stuff. It's got it's own unique flair to it, along with an interesting point hidden behind the lyrics. As usual, there's little I can say. Enjoy, foo's.

Shotgun Therapy

Spend your money on perfection,
I'll purchase all the ammunition.
For this shotgun, pointed at my head!
I wish it were you instead!
You deserve the empty stare,
You deserve your brains mixed in your hair!

It's not too late too fucking run!

All your colors fade to black,
As your sent screaming back!
Do you like this so called life?
It's never worth the pain,
But it's worth it to complain,
About the things that we can't stand!
It's what keeps us sane.

Spend your time on the completion,
Of your sick degeneration.
Your tainted words get to my head!
I know you wish that I were dead.
It somehow keeps you thinking,
So you can watch me sinking again!!

Now we'll have some god damn fun!

All your colors painted black,
And you run screaming back.
Do you hate your twisted life?
It's never worth the pain,
But it's worth it to complain,
About the shit that I can't stand!
They all say that I'm insane!

Chip at the walls in your way!
Embrace, the fact that there's no way!
Close the eyes that see too much!
I break everything that I touch!
So I won't lie and say I care.
I love the shotgun's gaping stare.

So spend your life on the cremation...
Of your selfless inspiration!
Forget everything that I said!
You know that I'm breaking,
I hope to God that your faking!

So be dragged, kicking and screaming!
Be killed, by society's gray dreaming!
No hope, this treatment will cure me.
Maybe we just need...
Shotgun therapy!

A/N: So there it is. Another one that does't really relate to an aspect of my life and came out of nowhere. I personally like the name of this song. Rather witty and blunt at the same time. I frigging love it. Anyways, drop me your thoughts if you can!

-Stewey