Hanible

The Gun Against My Head

Firing off one shot 

Burning hair no scared tears 

In the mirror I stand 

Too free every one 

Kill the evil one

Hiding where the Sun won\'t shine 

Protecting others but not himself 

Broken glass 

All over the house 

Chained to a chair 

Case ran cold 

Cop\'s don\'t know what to call it

Bullet not found 

Two holes 

The entrance 

The exit 

Letters I left for the 

Undertaker 

Recyclable content 

Erupted like a volcano 

Stopped taking medicine 

No force entry 

Only my footprints 

Only my fingerprints