Knowing you are going to die

Is a hard thing accepted at first

Laying in a pool of your own f**king blood

As the vultures circle over your f**king head

With a bullet in your gut

This is a slow and painful death

Millions of things run through your mind

Too many what ifs to count

As I lay in a pool of a blood

I can't help but think

Will I be remembered

The answer is

Probably not

I try to make it to my feet to no prevail

EVERYTHING IS GOING BLACK

EVERYTHING IS GOING BLACK

I think I have died only to wake up

As if this is some sort of sick f**king joke

This is not a dream

Still bleeding

Still filled with all of this pain

TRYING TO MOVE TO MY FEET

I DO NOT PREVAIL

I watch as the vultures circle over my head

Life blurs as I try to make things out

Yelling will do me no good

So I lay and wait for f**king death

I watch as the vultures circle over my head

Yelling will do me no good

So I lay and wait for death

As I lay in a pool of blood

I can't help but think

Will I be remembered

The answer is

Probably not

I try to make it to my feet

I do not prevail

Life blurs as I try to make everything out

Yelling will do me no f**king good

So I lay and wait for death

When I die

Will I go anywhere

Or am I doomed to sit and f**king rot