Corruption Gun

I’ve got the blueprints for corruption,

so you bring the escape.

I’ll shake hands with the moral assassin:

The bouncer at heaven’s gates.

Six feet under’s not enough.

In goes the chemicals,

out comes the obscenities.

This house holds the wasted,

selfish fucks of mutiny.

We are the trash, the scum,

the criminals pacing the streets.

I’ll leave when I’m dead,

first need time to slur some senseless speech.

Soon the stumbles are gone, the substances too.

Woke up on the lawn, now there’s nothing to do.

Back to the old ways: Dazed, just like the old days.

The price is fair,

the deal is done.

Assassin, shoot me in the head

with your corruption gun.