this is the end of the line. this is how the story goes, so mark this as the day you lost all control. well this is more than a grudge, this is a promise, a thank you for leaving me for dead.

press your lips to mine, kiss me one last time and i'll press my gun to yours and you'll kiss the sky tonight. my hands are made of poison, so i'll graze them on your lips. there's disaster on these fingertips.

you always thought you were so invincible, but i've got the key to destroy you hidden in my 44. and i will watch your soul dissipate. you could have killed me, but now its too late.

you've crossed the line one too many time and this time it works to my advantage. i've got it all planned, the knife in your hand. i'll make this look like an accident.