2 MINUTES BEFORE I DIE
IM COUNTING DOWN UNTIL I FALL
INTO MY OWN POOL OF MORTAL RED
2 MINUTES LEFT AND THEN IM DEAD
I CAN PICTURE MYSELF WITH A BULLET IN MY SKULL
IT FEELS UNREAL BUT IT WILL SOON BE DONE
ILL THINK OF ALL MY LOVED ONES THAT STILL LIVE
AND ALL MY SOUL IM ABOUT TO GIVE
I MINUTE LEFT ITS GETTING NEARER
I FEEL MY SPINE BEGIN TO SHAKE
WHEN THE TRIGGER GOES ILL GO CRASHING DOWN
ONTO THE STONE COLD FLOOR THAT'S ALL AROUND
THERE GOES THE BULLET INTO MY HEAD
THE RED BLOOD I IMAGINED WAS BLACK INSTEAD
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