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Just how hardcore would that job be?

Gunshots in a hotel lobby.

Choke you with piano wire,

Set your college dorm on fire.

Pistol whip your butt from behind,

Beat your face until you go blind.

Knock you out with anesthetic,

Cuz your life's just so pathetic.



I may not be a stone cold killer,

And I'm not cool like Adam Miller.

I still kill, not lives but feelings,

Can't conceal your angry squealings.

Think I do it for the taste,

Maybe cuz I feel misplaced.

Maybe cuz I'm so pissed off,

Maybe I'm just getting soft.



Look, I'm sorry, just don't worry,

Let's go on a smile safari.

I'm still missing what I did wrong,

But I'm sure you could write a song,

Bout the stupid ways I messed up,

Let me know, I'll prolly fess up.

You're real angry, I'm not sure why,

I'm real stupid, making you cry.

Didn't mean to make you stress out,

Didn't mean to bring this mess out.

Guess I'm getting what I put in,

But I'm still hoping for a good end.

      -Lo Ruhamah