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

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 

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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 my 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 

God damn me 

Photos 

With a simple bullet 

The shit is simple 

You left a dead bullet 

Everything is, everything is dull, gone, gone 

Is dull