Apr 26, 2004 21:27
This gangrene creepin up my body,
black heartache in your memory,
someday you'll see the pictures,
maybe at the table of my autopsy.
Murder one your killing me,
for this theres no first degree,
money cant fix your problems now,
you have a black bag on your shoulder.
flashlights glowing from the search party,
girl is missing- nothing left of me....