Texty: Killwhitneydead. Why Smile When I Am Carrying This Gun?.

I am commin to steal the sun from your sky
I am going to choke the light from your eyes
I embody your darkest fears
I am only the carnage you have created
I want to rip the flesh from your face
so that you'll never think your pretty agian
(UGLY)
bloody and brusied final images of you