singing Deadly

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

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

Take a hammer, bash it in.
That rithem will never win,
A grammy, gold, or first place
In food, music, or a race.

Take I knife and end it all.
On the charts that song will fall.
Think me wrong if you will.
But music isn't ment to kill.