John C was a sinner
A lost ship upon the sea
He resents the alphas and winners
Yet possessed no release
He turned on man
Then turned the gun... upon himself
Searched for blame
But found the end... the end to his life
Tortured Butcher
For a life built upon a thousand lies
This man has prayed for death over a thousand times
As the cold kiss seals the flame
He transcends into the dark
As the wick is extinguished
The Wicked entities pass through
Hanging Corpse
John C had so much to prove
But he was everything but bulletproof
He is now dead and gone
And surely forgotten scum
For a life built upon a thousand lies
This man has prayed for death over a thousand times
Pity the life built only on lies
We're praying for your death
I pray only for your death