MyChem tribute.
In the middle of a gun fight, in the center of a restaurant...
Give me all your poison, give me all your pills, and give me all your hopeless hearts and make me ill...
When both our cars collide...
Did you come to stare, or wash away the blood?
From the earth to the morgue, morgue, morgue...
All we are, is bullets, I mean this!
Fire at will.
Not much a poet but a criminal..
When every starfall brought you to tears again..
The last thing I see...
Mama, we all go to hell.
It's really quite pleasant
Except for the smell,
Mama, we all go to hell.
