. . . cue : Ode to Joy
                Instrumental, Strings
                          three minutes and forty seconds
                                     to take care of these last little things . . . 

                                    This room is as dark as my heart
                                     the candle of hope has been lit
                                     the bottle of fake happiness is almost gone
                                     now I set up the rest of this shit

                                    brand new notebook and a fancy pen
                                    opened to that first blank page
                                    where I will trap my last words
                                    in a spiral prison of a lost rage

                                    then set up that brand new bullet
                                    the one with that very familiar name
                                    Freedom now stands by
                                    waiting patiently to finish this game

~ Da da da da da da da da da ~

                                    but I can't leave here just yet
                                    not without scorching my eyes
                                    reading over all these love letters
                                    one big book of enchanting lies

                                    now I know why I kept them
                                    for some night when I shred them all
                                    leaving a confetti trail for my shadow
                                    to follow my ghost down Death's great hall

                                    and I so cherish the earlier ones
                                    when she opened the mystery doors
                                    with words that once lit my heart's fire
                                    now as deep as soccer scores

~ Da da da da da da da da da da ~

                                   words that once painted perfect pictures
                                   then shaded my mind in thick black
                                   the truth is nothing but a twisted fiend
                                   one that is constantly coming back

                                   now the bottle sits almost as empty as me
                                   I've got nothing left for this cliche' rant
                                   so I load the gun put it in my mouth
                                   but no . . . I just can't

                                   It's not my weak confused distorted mind
                                   that I'm seeking a cold revenge upon
                                   it's my open trusting fool of a heart
                                   the sword of romance is what I'll die on

~ Da da da da da da da da da da ~

                                   now the bottle and I are done
                                   the candle's about to burn itself down
                                   desperately flickering to stay alive
                                   I grin as we both enjoy this heavenly sound

                                   like the gun I'm loaded enough
                                   I put the cold barrel to my chest
                                   glance over all of love's reminders
                                   and simply recall all of the rest

                                   when this song ends so sweetly
                                   the room will be cold and dark
                                   Death will come in a glorious flash
                                   from one explosive sudden spark

~ Da da da da da da da da da da ~

                                  This bloody page will have no words
                                  words are just one big lie . . . already said
                                  the rewards of love and romance 
                                  will finally come true . . .the moment I am dead

~ Da da da da da d'dahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh . . .  BANG   . . .