Throne Of Chaos

Last night Johnny died in a blink of an eye
Under flickering moon with a sinister smile
After 23 years of constant unease
He thought a bullet would make 'em voices cease
Determined to taste ice-cold hard steel
While wondering how it would feel
To fall in his knees by his own hand
Conclusion... Hey, it must be grand!
At the age of thirteen, nerves slashed the unclean
Found himself in a maze, endless, unseen
Take left, take right, reason vanished from sight
Not a thing could make him feel alright
Pull, Pull, Pull, Pull!!!
The bullet brings peace and his peace was death