Eraserhead - ...And Then He Turned the Gun on Himself

I walk into the crowded room
Hide in the sheltering gloom
No one knows of my intent
Days of planning I have spent

Wait till you all feel secure
Observe your joy, frolic and pure
Lives will take a turn for the worse
This is the day you're all cursed

I'll make no differences
No mercy, no reverence
My pleasure will be your screams
Heard your begging in my dreams

You ridiculed me
For half my life
Now I pay back
I defy

Now I upraise
To wipe you out
To stop your being
To end all flouts

Got my work done
I'm kind of stunned
They come to get me
A carnage they'll see

Got no repentance
I won't do penance
Can finish my time
And feel sublime

Written by:
Chris Kiefer

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