Aerosol Assassination

here lays the once true believer of just-us (justice)
all alone in her (my) bed
of unwanted nine year Virtue
and her (my) lungs are of the burning night 
and her (my) golden brown 45 year old face
is a twitching, in a morbid state
and she (i) here's (hears) the sound of an AEROSOL SPRAY...

come in to my Sanctum sanctorum
and burn down my dispensing beliefs
mist my Boudoir (bedroom) with toxins
and assassinate me...

"Who you gonna call?" (The Ghostbusters theme song)
the crime busters...
they do not visit the likes of the color of me... 

 expanding gases of the deeming, Damned, motive kind
you have made it real to me
that this is of the killing time

where will my body be placed
will it be, up on the Wailing hill, in the new furnace home (funeral home)
next to the Catholic heaven on 24th street
just beside the word of no one will come and save me...  
where no one will see the truth of my Autopsy

how much money does it take to kill the truth?
will someone tell me... before its to late...

go to hell you stock holders
i hope to hell you  go to jail...
or rot in stock holders hell...

just to get your hands on words on paper...
(my lyrics)