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