Count My Bullets

[ecstasy_thought]

Many a man will count his blessings
In his lifetime so short.
But those who would rather learn a lesson
Could rely on me for that much more.

As you stand in the corner
Enumerating all that is grand
I stand here a mourner
With a pistol in my hand.

Why don't you count my bullets,
As I steal the life from you.
Look down the barrell at it
And fall like everyone around you.