Throne Of Chaos

Johnny B. Dead

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 
One move would take him far beyond 
That is how Johnny took his final breath 

With this calming thought I cleanse my entity 
One gentle squeeze will finally set me free 

Last night Johnny died in a blink of an eye 
In a gunshot clad in a messiah's disguise 
After 23 years of constant unease 
He thought it was time for 'em voices to cease 
At the end of that day one life slipped away 
No one there to beg this one to stay 
One shell now lies in a crimson bed 
Would you take yours instead?