Nixon:Readyaimfire

I think it's time to take this dog out behind the shed and shoot it right between the eyes; this disease has swallowed domesticity, and stolen hopes of lounging under another sun. Goodbye old friend, we'll miss you more than we care to admit. Don't be afraid; There's a pretty rock we bought with your name on it. I'll come and visit now and then. When this hits your face, let your last though be about me; and from now on I'll only dream of you. 'Regret' is still something we don't talk about . Oh, irritable bowel syndrome Forgive the messenger, I only do what must be done. May these words sing you back to sleep; "Happiness is a lie. Salvation is a lie. Mortality is a lie. It's just a dance you do until you're dead." my lips are numb from eulogies, my respects are paid in full. My eyes are sick of swallowing blood. But I swear one day I'll visit and put some flowers on your face and pretend I can't believe you're not around. Sell me your suffering, so my eyes never close again... Well I shot all of the bullets I can fit into my mouth. See I close my lops around this gun so nothing chickens out. PS. My only heroes are the unborn and the dead, and you're too fucking stupid to understand it. So lets drink to misery. Let's drink to tragedy. Lets pretend this price of life is so much fucking greater than it is. Bottoms up you fucks. One day you'll be put in a nice expensive box; buried and forgotten. Your rock will say "beloved" just like all the other ones. Everything you've done will just fill another grave.

- lyrics by Matt Haas