As I look down my self-destructive path
Nothing shall be taken into mass
As I walk down the path I choose
What is there to lose?
Heading down the path with each stride
Looking to the ground, not much pride.
Inching closer to our death
Holding in our very last breath
Waiting for the bombs to strike
Spearheading like a Pike
Are they here? Are they there?
Is it something we can bare?
Where are they? Where are they?
Are they hiding out in the bay?
Are they in the zone that you designated gray?
Are they in the zone you decide to lay?
Ding dong, ding dong, death is at your door
He is waiting for life to bore you
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