As the shot rings out. As the knife cuts in. As I fall to the ground, I think back to what made this begin. (Tempo speeds up*
I was walking down the street, thinking what I should do, go shopping, go hunting, or maybe get something to eat. I was looking around for something to do, when in an alley I saw poking out, a pair of feet. I decided to investigate, turns out the idea wasn't that great. In the alley, I saw the body of someone late, seems they met their fate. I looked up and saw a thug, holding a knife and gun. I decided to get the fuck outta there and run. The man chased me for an hour, I felt like I was being hunted by a greater power. We made it to a construction site, and we began to fight. I went in with a left hook, he blocked it and then I stopped going by the book. I went for a low blow, but that was a no-go. He eventually got a stab in, I fell to my knees, he said "sorry man, I want to stay free like the bees." He then pulled the trigger, called in a digger. Made me a grave and made me impossible to save. I died that day and now wander around, hoping someone can dig me up from beneath the ground. Till this day, I still haven't been found. In this eternal hell I am forever bound. Yelling so loud but no one hears a sound. I'm gone, I can't come back. I am dead, lost my head. I will find that man, tear him up so they have to bury him in a soup can. Good bye my listeners, thank you for hearing me out, good bye, peace out.
