Johnny B.Dead-Throne of Chaos

Last night Johnny died in a blink of an eye Under flickering moon with a sinister smile After 23 years of constant unease He thought a bullet would make 'em voices cease Determined to taste ice-cold hard steel While wondering how it would feel To fall in his knees by his own hand Conclusion... Hey, it must be grand! At the age of thirteen, nerves slashed the unclean Found himself in a maze, endless, unseen Take left, take right, reason vanished from sight Not a thing could make him feel alright Pull, Pull, Pull, Pull!!! The bullet brings peace and his peace was death One move would take him far beyond That is how Johnny took his final breath With this calming thought I cleanse my entity One gentle squeeze will finally set me free Last night Johnny died in a blink of an eye In a gunshot clad in a messiah's disguise After 23 years of constant unease He thought it was time for 'em voices to cease At the end of that day one life slipped away No one there to beg this one to stay One shell now lies in a crimson bed Would you take yours instead?