Lights are flashing,
Sirens sound,
The hole is in the head,
Of the corpse on the ground.
You don't know what happened,
You probably should run,
A very good idea since,
You're holding a smoking gun.
Running through the forest,
Don't think about the kill,
The thought of his dead eyes,
Only makes you ill.
Was this the first time?
Will it be the last?
You knew this man,
once in the past.
No, don't think about it,
Push from your mind his death,
And for goodness sake, man,
Stop holding your breath!
You might have guessed,
Always doubted,
Now you're sure though,
Your mind has gotten crowded.
You had always feared,
someone else was in your head,
And now it seems,
He wants everyone dead.
The time has come,
You know what you must do,
This new resolution,
Is long over due.
To save the world from yourself,
No longer can you hide,
It's sad, yes, but it's true,
You must commit... suicide.















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