Fate Is An Assassin - Input

Hiding from myself again, what’s that aroma?

/ Just my observation resurrecting

from its monthly coma

Drive-by passenger holding up a hand grenade / Singing with the radio on how he

can’t stand the pain

Driver is his best friend, a famous hypochondriac / He met him at the bookstore

next door to the laundromat

That’s where she works, always in a bad mood / Two pierced nipples and a body

full of tattoos

Cigarettes and coffee, breakfast of a head case / Doesn’t have the strength to

help her brother, he’s a deadweight

He doesn’t have a job, he lives above the bar / Where the locals and the

barflies all know who you are

That’s why she left him, nothing that the future held / Now in love with the

first guy that acted like he knew her well

But he’s abusive, treats her like a stranger / Tells her of his last and how he

hopes that he can change her

She calls her only friend, the last one standing / Begging for advice because

this life is too demanding

She doesn’t have the time, has her own to deal with / 22 and pregnant with a

secret she’s concealing

Parents left her at the age of 9 / Holding onto burdens with an appetite to die

Her sister is a lost cause, fell into the wrong group / Heroin and unprotected

sex has turned her onto

Many partners, no emotional connections / Except for one but he was killed when

he mentioned the name

Of the source of painful divorce / Established his reign as a dangerous force

He supplies four men with an ample amount / They infiltrate the city to

disperse of the count

The first is a high school drop out, 16 / He wants to rule the world by doing

big things

The second is a graduate of college and intelligent / Unfortunately unemployed

and does it just to pay the rent

The third is a father of three / Stands out as the story that’s been bothering

me

He prostitutes his children and wrongs his wife / He doesn’t understand so he

disregards his life

The fourth is a sad sad song, his own son / Just wants to feel like a man,

all grown up

He’s standing on the corner with his innocence / His adolescent nature is

indicative

He knows no better as a young child / And at that moment the populous heard a

gunfire

The child lay dead in the street / As a car speeds away and disappears from the

scene

Two male suspects identifies from where the body’s at / Turned out to be the

high school dropout and hypochondriac

Revenge was released as the motive / To get to the source and disrupt his main

focus

To get back the life of their brother / Mistakenly killed in the shadow of

another

He had a young child on the way / Never to find out because his girlfriend was

afraid

And the cycle keeps moving towards the next / The x is the loved one’s a

semblance of someone

A poor man loses his son / to a drug, to an addict, an issue, to a gun

The end doesn’t seem so appealing / It seems so depressing, we all know that

feeling

But it continues in the same form and fashion / Unpredictable as long as fate

is an assassin