My sorrow turns to anger,
My desperation turns to fury,
My love turns to malevolence.
I turn on those around me,
Loosing entire clips on people,
Firing at anyone and everyone,
Dreams shatter,
Pride is deflated,
And behind me I leave a path of mental and verbal death and destruction,
The likes of which has never been seen before.
My weapon runs dry,
I slam home another metaphor,
And catch someone full in their heart.
2 billion potential victims,
And I'm not gonna stop.
Homicidal speech,
Has never felt so **** good.