M. Mohon

Final Visitation

There\'s a demon on my shoulder
Ain\'t no angels here tonight
And he\'s pointing to the pistol
Saying, \"This will make it right.

Just wrap your hand around the grip
And place your finger on the trigger.
Put your memories behind ya, boy.
Your problems just get bigger.

Why you want to live this life?
I see its wearing on you mentally.
You give it all you got, but still
You just ain\'t got the shit you need.

To make it here you have to be
A soldier for the wickedness.
Kindness only weakens you.
Just take a look at what it did.

You say you\'ll help and there you go
Same old shit, the same routine.
Stomach full of knots and bile and
Words full of a childish dream.

Release that pain, that load you bear
And give in to the undertow.
Nevermind who\'s left behind
Just let me take your soul below.

The gun is loaded, hammer cocked,
The bullets in the chamber.
The only thing you need to do is put it
In you man, no brainer!

See what I did, I slipped it in!
A joke before you pass the buck.
Laugh it up cuz when your done
Ain\'t no one gonna give a fuck!

Look around! See what I see?
Ain\'t noone here who can relate.
No one to call, no one to blame,
And that graveside visit\'s kinda late.

So, tell me again what is this worth,
This so called life in which you live?
Takers coming at you
All directions and you simply give?!

Give em this and give em that,
\"Oh you\'re hurting, let me help!\"
Only movies have a hero!
You ain\'t one, you just a whelp!

Son of a bitch, that\'s what you are!
A loser with no common sense.
How many times you take this ride?
Around and round we go again.

So do us both a favor,
Don\'t make me make another visit.
This is the time to end this game
Just do it fast mid....

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