Go on... do your worst!
I'm all ready about to burst

Take your knife, make the stab
I won't mind laying on that slab

You'll give me rest, you'll give me peace
To lay among the loved deceased

I'm not afraid to die
For my soul to ride the sky

I am afraid to face another day
To face the anguish that will play

In my heart, in my mind
Compared to this, death seems kind

So raise your gun, aim right between the eyes
Let that hollow point baptize!