Kobayashi Maru
Grayscale Season
Please stay in bed
You know I like watching
As you shoot yourself in the head
There’s no need for talking
I want you to leave
But I can’t stand being alone
Rifle, Rifle, Rifle
There’s no violence in this home
Feathers fall from the sky
As your eyes roll back
I don’t know if you hit oblivion
Allt Gör Ont
But it’s lovely that you didn’t crack
I want you to leave
But I can’t stand being alone
Rifle, Rifle, Rifle
There’s no violence in this home
Pull it back
Let the bodies stack
Pull it back
I want you to leave
But I can’t stand being alone
Rifle, Rifle, Rifle
There’s no violence in this home
Don’t worry about your voice box
You sound just lovely as is
But breathing is harder
When what you have taken for granted, doesn’t make you martyr