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Running down the hallway

Crash into civilians

Knock 'em over like some bowling pins

Fuck I gotta get away

All day, flashbacks

Scenes I tried suppressing

Now I screw on my suppressor

My Beretta feeling pressure on the trigger

Then a flash-bang

Aiming at some sisters

Man, I gotta fire my weapon

But I cannot trust my senses

As I come back

I apologize for my discretion

But these demons really got me stressing

Then I hit them with a *pap pap*

Mother screamed, hit her with a *pap pap*

Crowd screams, scattered showers

Magazines, judgment hour

All of you are mere projections of my mind

Playing tricks, an evil misdirection

Misconception

Now I begin to feel a sharp pain

I ascertain that the feel is real

My right brain splattered on my shoulders

The illusions are gone, my suffering is over

Suffering is over