Pull
the
trigger
*****

Russian roulette
with your best friend
Your mind
Your weapon

set
to
self-destruction

Blowing it's load
In the face
of Mother Nature
The all organic
*******

Where you abort
your best ideas
for fear they'll
take over
Without you
and your
mother *******
Oedipal complex

We would never be here
trying to go back in time
again

We would never be here
blowing our minds
back to Nirvana

We would never be here
if it wasn't
for a trigger-finger
itch