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.