First Name: William Songtext
von Early Graves
First Name: William Songtext
Handguns that make holes that make windows that make tired mothers grieve.
I′ve seen it with my own eyes and these days I can't even fall asleep.
"All rise, Jury. What′s your verdict?"
"Just one last thing... Mr. Porter... How does it feel to kill?"
It breaks my selfish heart to see you get away.
I'd choke you with grieving hands just so I could say
"How does it feel to kill?"
I′ve seen it with my own eyes and these days I can't even fall asleep.
"All rise, Jury. What′s your verdict?"
"Just one last thing... Mr. Porter... How does it feel to kill?"
It breaks my selfish heart to see you get away.
I'd choke you with grieving hands just so I could say
"How does it feel to kill?"
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