I'm such a F&$@@ing pistol
Unrestrained, emotionally fitful
The bullets I spit aim straight for the hearts that I love
A tickle of my trigger
Causes bones to splinter
A consequence of the terrible chemical reaction
Diffuse Diffuse
Empty the chamber tubes
Keep me from flying off the handle again
Plug my mouth now
Twist my neck around
Make me a twisted metal paper weight instead
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