Hand me my weapon,
Give me my blade.
Let me relieve,
All this sadness and pain.
The color red looks nice on my arms,
But don't be afraid, it won't cause any harm.
Hand me my weapon,
Give me my gun.
Let me pull the trigger,
And my life will be done.
Pass me the rope,
Pass me the rope.
Let me tie myself,
So i can choke.
You say i won't,
And i say "let's see".
You'll be proved wrong,
By the quick death of me.