I killed someone and i feel elevated
Wiped his existence like he never existed
He was a disgrace to life itself
Had no reason to justify his existence
Should have killed him long ago
But i gave him a few chances
Now i couldn't take it any longer
I had to shoot the bugger
He kept crying it was all a mistake
Said he never meant to be a jerk
He claimed he tried to be good
Did things to make me feel better
I just couldn't take it any longer
I had to shoot the bugger
Pulling the trigger was satisfying
Being shot at was such a relief
I've killed myself a hundred times
Bled to be reborn not an ounce happier
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