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• Artiste: Pilgrim
• Titre: Stillborn
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The dust has settled on a wretched scene. There lays the derringer, there lays what could have been. Over in the corner shine the culprit's teeth, And there lays the misses, she's as dead as the deed. Time and time again he played this all out But now the future is pickled, there's no longer any doubt. And as the red life starts to trickle out her mouth Something snaps in the man and he screams,“WHATHAVEIDONENOW?” The boom of the gun rang out like a wedding bell, And the dead weight of the smoke has cast its spell, Now up and down the block, they'll all come creeping out Each looking for a piece of that deafening sound Now Nothing remains but the bloody truth...spun and cut at once, the stillborn thread has been run through. Yea After the bullet pierced that pristine flesh, no amount of clotting could've turned them hands back. The culprit eyes the window, neighbors stand about, and the certainty of death has started stinking up the house. What once was out of reach now stares him in the face, yea the gig is finally up, POlice are circling the place. He draws the curtains on the mayhem without, and with a half-hearted sigh, he grabs the little deadly spout. He turns the barrel, sticks it straight down his mouth, and with a soft sad whimper, the lights go out.