Here sleep at the bottom of hell. Your time has come to pick the road. you'll walk in this tale. Turned and as a coward you've learned. Through sickness and health there's only one. Now go and bite your tongue. You'll just say the worst of me. with a hope they'll understand. No they know you're just a boy.. So grow up and be a man.. Little baby kicking you scream and whine. Victims pay the price eventually. The cost let's see your life.. You've got nothing to prove. Stay afraid young brother. You've got nothing to prove. Your answers is in there. just stare down the barrel. Your sincerest apologies. won't write you out of this one. Tonight... you'll find the right. In the pull of the trigger now bite. Oh young fool don't cry... anymore. A fear sleeps inside your stomach.... it swells. A torn boy alone in need of fix and the pinch that cures the itch. For too long this little baby has cried on. For tomorrow we'll sing the words and song. Of a time we're glad is long gone. Not anymore... don't cry boy. When you're sick to the stomach just pull out the knife. Mother superior. Come catch the rabbit he runs. My how've you been?. You're frightened of leaving this truly gone fishing amalgam. Go fetch your gun. . by Yuri Navarrette