You've done as much
As committed suicide
Unknowing, of course
But it doesn't matter
It's too late
For you to fix it
Because, whoever heard
Of fixing
Misguided opinions
Snap judgments that
You won't let slide
It's too late
I've already started
Sharpening my knife
Or perhaps my wit
You can pick
Which hand would you
Like to die at?
My left or
My right?
Which blade would be
Don't beg for mercy
You're not gonna get it
No, you're out of luck
This time
There won't be a next
Too bad
But it's far too late now
Not even three minutes
Into this, you were
Already a loser
Not that I'm a winner
No, I'm far from that title
But you lost
Are you ready
To die?