Post Mortem (it Was) Just A Thought
(It Was) Just a Thought
The Kiss Of Deathis On My Lips
Gun Lays At My Fingertips
Blood Is Flowing From My Head
A Ll Because Of Something That I Said
This Is Something I Don't Unterstand
Someone Plase Tell Me Again
Cursed For Something That I Said
Now I'm Gonna End Up Dead
An Opinion Is All That I Expressed
I Made Them All Really Dpressed
They Had To Do Away With Me
They Didn't Care That I Was Free
I Don't Need This, I Don't Need To Be Dead
I Don't Need This, I've Got My Own Thoughts In My Head
A Bullet In My Head, My Life Has Turned To Shit
The Kiss Upon My Lips, A Seizure, My Body Flips
My Skull Is Cracked In Half
They Stand There And They Laugh
Now They're Gonna Cut Me Up
Haven't They Already Done Enough?
It Was Just A Thought
