
The Philosophical Significance Of Shooting My Sister In The Face: An Essay By James Secord Alexisonfire
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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
And 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
Life is rested, splattered neck
Put a bullet in your own sister's
Face
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
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
And 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
Life is rested, splattered neck
Put a bullet in your own sister's
Face
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
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