Dead Junkie
by Pound For Pound· from For Our Fallen Brothers
You've been dead for awhile. Never able to realize it. A walking plague. Not wanting to admit it. The time has come. To end your fucking existence. The time has come. To end your life. Your sad story beat. No one buys your pathetic cries. Do every one a favor. End it tonight. Destroying everything. Infecting everyone. Doesn't matter now. As long as you are numb. This so-called life. That you may lead. Doesn't mean shit. To you or me. Put a bullet in your head. End it all now. You're already dead.