Message Of A Teenage Martyr

Before I lost my mind I was behaved My manners fine Taught to never cry From a young age I slept with tears in my eyes So tell me how you want me mommy Less I bleed or break my bones Don't come to me or crying home Just her little boy in repose, but No one knows Where we hide the ropes In love with the bullets, in love with the lead Bullets always rolling in the back of my head I'm her birds in a barrel, her fish in her cage Right up until a bullet's in my brain Right up until a bullet's in my brain So put the gun in my mouth So my brains can blow out Across the concrete canvas Message of a martyr devout Less I bleed or break my bones Don't come to me or crying home Just her little boy in repose, but No one knows Where we hide the ropes In love with the bullets, in love with the lead Bullets always rolling in the back of my head I'm her birds in a barrel, her fish in her cage Right up until a bullet's in my brain Right up until a bullet's in my brain Right up until a bullet's in my brain Right up until a bullet's in my brain