Street lights Flicker.
Rain pours down from
the sky as I stand on
This bridge with a gun
In my hand.
I hear sirens go off
In the distance.
Got to make it quick
I begin to say so
I fill the gun up with bullets;
Ready to feel my head
With lead.
I pull the gun
To my head, and
Pull the trigger
I let go of the bridge,
And fall into
The water below,
As the devils cry
Now he's dead.