I want to be dead
Wrists slit on a bed
On the street filled with lead
Cut up and stuffed into a shed
Maybe just be a severed head
Or a mess of red underneath a tank tread.
– G.
I want to be dead
Wrists slit on a bed
On the street filled with lead
Cut up and stuffed into a shed
Maybe just be a severed head
Or a mess of red underneath a tank tread.
– G.
How Hope Was Lost 