Last night Johnny died in a blink of an eye
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Under flickering moon with a sinister smile
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After 23 years of constant unease
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He thought a bullet would make 'em voices cease
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Determined to taste ice-cold hard steel
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While wondering how it would feel
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To fall in his knees by his own hand
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Conclusion... Hey, it must be grand!
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At the age of thirteen, nerves slashed the unclean
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Found himself in a maze, endless, unseen
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Take left, take right, reason vanished from sight
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Not a thing could make him feel alright
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Pull, Pull, Pull, Pull!!!
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The bullet brings peace and his peace was death
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One move would take him far beyond
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That is how Johnny took his final breath
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With this calming thought I cleanse my entity
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One gentle squeeze will finally set me free
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Last night Johnny died in a blink of an eye
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In a gunshot clad in a messiah's disguise
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After 23 years of constant unease
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He thought it was time for 'em voices to cease
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At the end of that day one life slipped away
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No one there to beg this one to stay
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One shell now lies in a crimson bed
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Would you take yours instead?
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Johnny B. Dead
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Throne Of Chaos |