A song I wrote today. Pretty epic. Bout a dude killing god.


Dead cold,
In tall grass and willows today,
Cast over,
By stormclouds,
come to wreck my day,
Then the rain,
She whispered,
Such sweet things to my ear,
She said that,
We all die alone,
But I shouldnt fear.

This aneurism,
I smell blood,
now wheres my gun?

She'll chase you down,
and choke you out,
Just for fun.

So I strolled back,
To them stormclouds,
Just to say,
You liar,
Your higher,
Whats this joke that youve played?
She giggles,
And whispers,
Todays worse than yesterday.
And that Im,
Unhappy,
Because she made me that way.

Well this aneurism,
I smell blood,
So wheres my gun??
Ill shoot god in,
The fucking head,
And Ill be shunned.
Payback for making me,
And things shes done,
Said its payback for making me,
Well shed best run.

So I shot her,
Out them clouds like a flock of doves,
And she fell to,
The ground with
The worlds hate and its love,
She hit the,
Horizon,
Well the sound,
It broke my mind.
Well I went,
Insane,
Id left,
So much behind.

Well this aneurism,
I smelt blood,
Ive found my gun,
Ive unmade everything I loved,
and everyone,
In the faceoff between my god,
And my gun.
Said in the faceoff between my god,
Shes been undone.