Affliction

I want to blow the pain out of my mind,
I want to flow like a wind of pine,
This lesion is too much to adhere,
Please god forgive me if I commit a crime.

The pleasure of blood keeps me haunting,
The pressure of the world keeps on mounting,
I tried to shut the voice of the child,
With a bullet in his throat and then in mine.

I may not be the man you think,
I may not be the lie you drink,
Sublime in the thoughts everyone,
This pain is the one thing I want to gun.