Everyone has a choice

What to do this time?
Look how she's made a mess of things
Is it really up to a hollow point filled magazine
To set right what has been utterly fucked?

Do this for them, for her, for yourself
Just a tight squeeze, flash, staccato, it's over
If only they would stop staring at you, a crooked smile tease
Remember, do this for them.

She isn't human, nor right, nor good and gentle
An evil made incarnate by the chemical reaction of flesh
A stillborn permitted to live
Everyone has a choice...

Remember, do this for them