• Look away my son
    Here is a gun, so run
    The killer of your mother is here
    Soon, there will be nothing to fear
    For you will be dead and I will live
    Since you are the last in the family with something to give
    So run, run, run and pray to the gun
    That it will miss or make a swift death, seen by none
    And make your killer save you from regret
    Your majestic killer, me, will make you forget...