painKILLER

Gun to the head anticipating bullet to the mind
Bending over backwards fucked from behind
Feel each waking day I'm covered in rubber skin
World outside is pounding I slowly suffocate within

Unrelenting toxins circulate hypo-dermal invaded
Beautiful poison absorbed how its elegantly paraded
Synapses igniting while stars are shooting passing by
Conflagrations in my mind and in the distant sky

Gun in mouth could almost kiss the firing pin
That stabs the conscience before I inevitably give in
Exploding in a shower of seemingly never-ending light
Carry out this suicidal mission every fucking night

I have a story and they have a story
We are not here for the notoriety or tainted glory
The pounding world outside just makes us suffocate
Till we only feel worthy of either pity or hate

This is a gun that is held by sisters and brothers
Nephews and nieces, fathers and mothers
Neighbours, friends, lovers, perhaps a forgotten kiss
Not just the stranger who is easier to dismiss

I don't mind sharing if you are genuinely caring
As long as you don't point judgemental fingers whilst staring
Sometimes the only escape from the shame and pain
Is to send a kamikaze chemical bullet into my brain