Friday 16 March 2012

Do Nothing

Do Nothing
Do Nothing
Say Something
Say something
What,
Lock, stock and two smoking barrels,
Gun to your head,
What you sayin now,
I’m the almighty,
Preach to me,
Plead guilty,
Hear the bullet whispering,
While you shout KILL ME,
I enjoy your suffering,
I aim to cause pain,
Who knows if im bluffing,
Who knows if I’m sane,
Gun pressed to your brain,
Bitch I don’t want your money,
I want you to go away, see life how it’s meant to be,
Live for free,
Fuck the system,
Go on a killing spree,
If you want to leave,
I wanna see some tears,
Tell me how much you love your wife,
How you’ll miss your kids,
Coz when I’m done with this,
You’ll remember this day,
The day you changed your ways,
When a man came along and put a gun to your brain,
You begged for mercy,
But he looked on with cold dead eyes,
And he asked you, if you treasured you life,
He smacked you about,
You knew he was right,
Coz when you looked in the mirror,
Even your reflection shied away,
Coz it knew you were too pussy to come face to face,
With your daily problems,
Spittin in your face,
Like you were born and bred to fade away,
A disgrace,
I’m fed up of witnessing this fall from grace,
Time to step up,
Punch the shit out of this fucking waste

I stand above you,
I am Lucifer,
Fallen Angel,
Embrace the darkness,
Become the devil,
Let evil prevail,
Go on,
Fight,
Be a man,
Hands on the ground,
On your knees,
Prepare for slaughter,
You pathetic sack of shit,
Fuck it I’ll pull the trigger,
Be done with it,

No! Fuck you!
I am more than a man,
No more being fucked over,
Pissed on, bending over,
For bread and water,
From now on I do what I want,

So I let him up off his knees,
And I put the gun in his hand,
And then I gave him the bullets,
He looked at me for a moment,
But he understood my plan,
It was just a test,
But it had come into effect,
His eyes were mad,
His mission was set,

Do Nothing
Do Nothing
Say Something
Say something
What,
Blinded with anger,
Pistol in his right hand,
A voice in his head whispirin you’re the man,
He steps out of his old green Volvo,
An average car for a guy who’s given up,
But he’s different, changed,
Opens the front gate,
Hair swept across his cold sweaty face,
Eyes glazed over,
All scruffed up,
Jacket hanging from his shoulders,
It’s nearly over,
Opens the front door,
Hesitates for a moment,
And in that moment he sees me,
He needs me,
So I lead him onwards,
No one can see me,
Upstairs in the cold dead of night,
He hears a faint moan,
It sounds just like his wife,
I hold the door open as he bursts right in,
Two figures beneath the covers,
Which one is him,
Fuck it,
He fires once,
The creaking stops,
The moans turn to screams,
He fires another shot,
Bullets tear through the bed,
The pillows turn red,
Watching with cold eyes,
I tell him to fire again,

In the moment of silence,
Death screams,
Violence gleams in the eyes of the mad man,
With the gun still in his hand,
He unsticks the covers,
And discovers to his horror,
The entwined naked bodies of two lovers,
The female form deformed beyond recognition,
The man yells out as he grabs hold of the blood soaked body,
Of his 15 year old daughter,
His heart pumping,
Alone in the house of slaughter,

He screams out covered in blood,
Runs towards me,
But the gun is in my hand,
I stand above him,
I tell him he’s won,

But he stands there confused as he sees a crack running through me,
We are face to face,
And I take this opportunity,
To deliver the final hand,
I show him my cards,
We are one,
Look into the mirror,
Your reflection shied away,
Your sanity died today,
As you looked through the cracks,
It’s me staring back,
It’s me breaking through,
This is your doing,
Nobody did it for you,
I am you,
Don’t try and shoot,
He looks up again sees himself in the broken mirror,
To the left he sees the bed where he killed his sons elder sister,
I tell him he’s a winner,
You showed them you’re stronger than ever,
He tells me to go away,
But we are better together,
He puts the gun in my mouth,
He has no choice,
The voices will stop,
He’s on his knees,
Look at you,
De-ja-vu,
I’m the almighty,
Preach to me,
Plead guilty,
Any last words,
Daddy?
BANG
He fires,
The bullet tears through the back of his skull,
The voices stop and all goes quiet,
A small boy cries as he stands by the door,
As blood gushes down to the floor at his feet,
Falling tears,
The man never got say how much he loved his wife,
How he’ll miss his kids.

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