Food For The Gun

I tighten my grip;
In my hand there is a gun.
I feel powerful, invincible;
Tonight I choose your fate.

There you are before me;
Kneeling, pleading for pity,
At the end of the barrel.

I could spear your life
I could save your soul.
Give me a reason;
You left me bloody & broken,
Now you pay the price.

Evilly I grin; there's no turning back.
The cold iron rubs against my flesh.
Panic overwhelms your spirits;
You're not so tough when you're not swinging your fists.

I pull the trigger; BANG!
You fall,
You die,
I grin; I'm free.

Blood flows like a river;
Your pathetic soul is dragged straight to hell.
You become colorless,
So lifeless; just the way I want you.

This was bound to happen,
You fucked with the wrong girl.
Little did you know,
You were food for the gun the second we met...