Death

Hang him
Shoot him
Crush him
Burn him
Dismantle him
Poison him

Standing on a tree
Rope around his neck
Jump

Frontline soldier
Unarmed in the middle of fire
Shoot

Wait!
Count to three
You wont feel it

There should be more
Where is it
He can't find it

The blues is killing him
The world is taking advantage
What a life

Sad
Lonely
He keeps going

He smokes another pack
He feels his soul dying
One more chance!

Easily bored
He cant concentrate
Take him

Hes all yours
Up for the taking
Willing