[Grindcore] The Paramedic
Smile at me with a gun in your face.
Ready to feel the carbons embrace.
Ready to take the lead in your head.
Ready to taste the kiss of the dead.
The bullets load,
Makes your face implode.
And upon departure,
Your head explodes.
Bone and brain splattered all around.
Lifeless body hits the ground.
A painless death, you took your last breath,
Left you dead in the street to be found.
In a blackened bag,
Entwined with a zip,
To the morgue,
A hastey trip.
They never found me and the never found gun.
And to tell you the truth it was such fun
Being on the team that found your remains.
I'm a paramedic that has gone insane.