Little girl's tears run down a red cheek

All she ever heard is "You are such a freak!"

Sitting quietly with metal death in her hand

With a lot of fear and nothing more to stand

Her shaking finger sits on a frozen trigger

With nothing but fear consolidating within her

The taste of iron runs across her tongue

The Angel of Death had already sung

Little girl sits scared in a corner

With a gun in her mouth and God before her

A finger pulls slowly on a metal hand

Soul runs free happy again