Make it look like an accident and Shoot his ass. And there's never been a shortage of public opinion in the past Silver threads wound upon a skein of death.
Mortals toil away their tallied days like insects beneath a reign of breath.
And the pope shoots dope. And I'm slippin down the goddamn' rope. You gotta believe me people, your principal of your high school, Chances are he told you some lies. And your history teacher he or She told you bullshit. They're a crock of fuckin' shit.