Bliss or death...
One hand on my gun the other with whiskey.
One ready to kill, the other ready to bliss me.
One made to destroy, the other made to forget.
One made to end all, the other to leave regret.
Neither will I raise, because of you.
Neither will I praise, because of you.
Pain I will endure, for your sake.
Neither of them both will I take.
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