Shoot your heart out
Shoot your heart out you poor sick puppies
Then take a bullet for good measure
I know your story
I know the emptiness
I know the weird sad march to summon rage
Your sleepless stagger in your boxy world
No evil lurks
Oh no you do not know what evil is
You have no self-control
You have no boundaries
You’re like an oil slick
You don’t care
Sell your heart out rancid gun dealers
Add extra bullets for good measure
I know your story
I know the emptiness
I know the mind of rancid LaPierre
I see your sentence ending soon
No more fell hate
Ah peace
An end to salivating lies
Loosen your self control
You know what evil is
Harm Wayne it’s harm
Do you care