Cyanide (Burning the Masses)

Hydrogen Cyanide is a colorless gas With a faint bitter almond like odor Cruel fashioned murder with an old fashioned disguise Releasing a poisonous gas, to decieve your eyes. Don't trust your eyes, eyes! Perfect murder itches in the back of your mind Laying out the plans for you time to execute Rushing home to prepare a laced enchanted meal You loved ones are blind to your suicide holocaust Time to execute Excute your plan All you have is, potassium cyanide! Existing troubles will soon fade away Greeny intentions, you posses no remorse. This white powder will consume your bloodline Leaving behind a trace of disphoric story. Entering your control nervous system! Cyanide murder suicide! Judas of the saints, of the saints. Your tunnel sees no light. The ingestion of cyanide and cessation of respiration! Die! Emotional and instantaneous collapse.