Singing deadly

Slit my wrist and hope to die?
Well ain't that one sweet lullaby!
Stop singing, just stop it please.
I don't want to see you on your knees.

Pull the trigger, it's been so long,
Since I last heard that song.
I never really liked the beat.
It wasn't spotless, clean-cut, neat.

Take a hammer, bash it in.
But hat rime will never win,
A Grammy, gold, or first place
In cooking, music, or a race.

Take a knife and end it all.
On the charts, that will fall.
Stand against me if you will.
But music isn't meant to kill.