Kiss kiss (and bang bang / a baby).    The gentle tug of the hatchet, man.    Suck you clean.    (Should've been another beating / Therapy in the guillotine).    (??????)    Because you're already gone.    (?) you know I'm coming.    No, don't be such a (?).    I'm standing on the roof of the world.    Mayday.    You won't be saved.    From the bullet in the morning (son / sun).    You won't be spared.    From cheating at your solitaire.    Your bootleg souls.    (?).    The joke's on you.    But are you laughing at me?    I'm putting in my two weeks notice.    As of two fucking weeks ago.    I'm not (?) anymore.    Mayday.