Hydrogen Cyanide is a colorless gasnWith a faint bitter almond like odornCruel fashioned murder with an old fashioned disguisenReleasing a poisonous gas, to decieve your eyes.nDon't trust your eyes, eyes!nnPerfect murder itches in the back of your mindnLaying out the plans for you time to executenRushing home to prepare a laced enchanted mealnYou loved ones are blind to your suicide holocaustnnTime to executenExcute your plannAll you have is, potassium cyanide!nnExisting troubles will soon fade awaynGreeny intentions, you posses no remorse.nThis white powder will consume your bloodlinenLeaving behind a trace of disphoric story.nEntering your control nervous system!nCyanide murder suicide!nnJudas of the saints, of the saints.nYour tunnel sees no light.nThe ingestion of cyanide and cessation of respiration!nDie!nEmotional and instantaneous collapse.