Kiss kiss (and bang bang)
The gentle tug of the hatchet, man.
Suck you clean.
Therapy under the guillotine.
?
Because you're already gone.

? you know I'm coming.
No, don't be such a ?
I'm standing on the roof of the world.

Mayday.

You won't be saved.
From the bullet in the morning sun.
You won't be spared.
From cheating at your solitaire.
Your bootleg souls.
?

The joke's on you.
But now you're laughing at me?
I'm putting in my two weeks notice.
As of two fucking weeks ago.
I'm not in your army anymore.

Mayday.

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