Alexisonfire - The Philosophical Significance Of Shooting My Sister In The Face: An Essay By James Secord lyrics

My name is James Secord Everything was gone With this bullet In my sister's face Maybe then they Won't hear the screams Pull the trigger The mirror hurts us, the music notes And wonder how they won't be Times are hard enough Without days like these If you cry hard enough Maybe they'll hear your screams Life is rested, splattered neck Put a bullet in my own sister's face Nothing now I won't be, won't be 'Cause I am back again Black cats, red dogs Breakfast, rapist Rough bread, not dead Goodbye, rapist God damn me With a simple bullet The sh** is simple You left a dead bullet Everything is, everything is dull, gone, gone Is dull