First you see the man, then you see the gun. The gun soon gets cocked back, it's time to start the fun. Next you see the blood, hear the bullet's sharp crack. Now you feel your neck, hear the horrible snap. You lie down with a scream, on the pavement bed. Along with a broken neck, you now have a cracked head. Death comes quietly, the pain is like no other. White hot agony brings hell, excruciation puts you under. Now you don't see anything, you're buried under the snow. You're life has gone, it's run it's course, there's no girl left to know.