It's in all in his brain, that today is the day,
Blood will rain, and no one will pray,
Gun on the counter, he looks in the mirror,
Thinks of his father, and cries with horror,
Stares at the stars, and then at the scars,
Time passes by... He jolts, grabs the gun,
Points to his head, finger on trigger, eyes closed shut,
For a second he was afraid, vision was fading into red, pictures flash by,
Good reason to die, he was pulling the trigger,
Knock, Knock. "Come out and play, everything will be ok"
Little sister, "My little suicidal Aphrodite," for once, she was right,
He opens the door, she smiles with delight, he fires a round,
He hugs her tight, someone is running, father is at site,
"What the fuck?!" He runs towards the son,
Only to be stopped by a 9mm deep in the heart.