Mother Superior Shot the Gun.
She pulled the trigger and let it run. In the veins it ran its course.
What can I do?
Pain has no remorse. Death is selfish, I can’t just go.
My family loves me, that I know. Doctor’s can’t help me, Medical or Medicare.
I have given up hope; Not a care, not a care.
Despair, despair, this isn’t fair. I can’t cope, I send a prayer.
I pray to the Holy Trinity
All is One and One is All.
Should I live, should I die, who am I?
My mind plays trickery, it fed me lies.
Where’s my mind, I cannot find the tranquility I had in memories past.
I know I can, I know I can, I know I can.
I can, indeed. I repeat, I can indeed.
For by my side you ought not, deep inside the stars at night, and in sunrise, you are all light.
Hypodermic Mom mn Mother Nature