The Philisophical Significance Of Shooting My Sister In The Face: An Essay By James Secord

The Philisophical Significance Of Shooting My Sister In The Face: An Essay By James Secord

Alexisonfire
(album: Crisis)

My name is James Secord
Everything was gone
With this bullet
In my sister´s face
Maybe then they
Won´t hear the screams
Pull the trigger

The mirror hurts us, the music notes
That wonder how they won´t be

Times are hard enough
Without days like these
If you cry hard enough
Maybe they´ll hear your screams
Lifeless and splattered red
I put a bullet in my sister´s head

Nothing now
I won´t be, won´t be
´Cause I am back again
Black cats, red dogs
Breakfast, rapist
Rough bread, not dead
Goodbye, rapist

God damn me

With a simple bullet
The shit is simple
You left a dead bullet
Everything is, everything is dull, gone, gone
Is dull