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The Philisophical Significance Of Shooting My Sister In The Face: An Essay By James Secord (from "Math Sheet Demos" EP

 

The Philisophical Significance Of Shooting My Sister In The Face: An Essay By James Secord (from "Math Sheet Demos" EP


My name is James Secord
Everything was gone
With this bullet
In my sister's face
Maybe then they
Won't hear the screams
Pull the trigger

The mirror hurts us, the music notes
That wonder how they won't be

Times are hard enough
Without days like these
If you cry hard enough
Maybe they'll hear your screams
Lifeless and splattered red
I put a bullet in my sister's head

Nothing now
I won't be, won't be
'Cause I am back again
Black cats, red dogs
Breakfast, rapist
Rough bread, not dead
Goodbye, rapist

God damn me

With a simple bullet
The shit is simple
You left a dead bullet
Everything is, everything is dull, gone, gone
Is dull

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