Man has a thought

About using the gun he bought

Gotta make a plan

Before he goes down in quicksand

 

The only end in sight

Is for him to say, Goodnight

Prayer is no use

Now the demon’s loose

 

Everyone reminds him

Of why he’s too damn slim

But that’s not his only hunger

Gone are the days of being a whoremonger

 

Unable to flash those pearly whites

It’s like he’s lost all his rights

So tired of getting knocked down

Even has no love for the woman in the wedding gown

 

Only way to be proud of himself

Is to take every bullet from the shelf

Now here’s the feeling of respect

Heads, faces, don’t forget the neck

 

Life ain’t fair

When everything’s taken with your hair

Do your best and slack a little

Never has a Man felt so brittle

 

Time heals no one

In the Final Hour

Like angry video-game fun

Get the rush, Feel the power