Tears fill your eyes



You echo my sentiments



We both feel



Melancholy **** with our minds.







We get real low



So we get real high



We don't quite reach the sky



So we crash, burn, and die (in our minds)







We fall apart



We **** up



We don't have much



To say or do (because we're always screwed)







Nothing ever works out



Nothing makes it better



It just gets worse



Oh its not all in my head (cursed)







Everything around me



Is here to trip me up



Everything around you



Knocks you down each day.







We're both depressed



We're both so down



We need something better



To turn our lives around.







So I grab a pipe (the metal kind)



And you grab a baseball bat,



Aluminum, hardcore, and to the point



And we get ready (we smoke some joints)







Now we're high (but not quite there)



We go to where we're headed



That place we once dreaded



The local park where they're all so ****ing happy...







With tears in our eyes



But fear in theirs



We walked up to them



And damaged their hearts.







We said nasty things (that we didn't really mean)



And you took your bat



And smashed the damn kids skull,



So I took my pipe and broke some of his ribs.







After we took him out



And the ground was soaked with his blood



You took your b-ball bat



And hit some little girl in the chest.







You knocked her to the ground



And for the first time in years



You smiled and you laughed



As you beat her to a pulp.







Slowly the tears



Evaporated off my cheek



As I took my metal pipe



And beat up the elderly.







I took one man by the hand,



Pulled his cane out of his grasp



Bashed him in the face



And said, "Mother****er suck that."







What have I become,



Happy or dumb



I guess it doesn't hurt



When you feel this numb.







I never felt anything



So being in control



Turned things around



And made me feel powerful.







It got to my head



I felt ****ing happy



But eventually I found out



From my friends...







Three were dead



We were wanted for murder,



My friend with the b-ball bat



Had already done it... (suicide)







He took a gun off a cop



And shouted, "**** that,"



As he jammed it in his neck



And fired real quick...







I guess I didn't know what hit me



So what I chose to do next



Was take a little bit of



Angel dust from a group...







Of teenage boys



Just lookin" for fun



I ****ed 'em up real bad



With my granddaddy's gun.







I got real high,



I got real angry



I paraded around



Like a one-man gang, see...







I shot a couple people



I beat a little boy,



I smashed a couple windshields



I ruined people's joy.







When I was done



And the adrenaline stopped



I took my granddaddy's gun



Pointed it at my head, *POP POP*.