Six Minutes

Six minutes is all you get,
Is it over yet?
Barrel to your head,
Dare to do it and you're dead.
Some will beg, some will plead,
They're the ones that made you bleed.
Tears rolling down your face,
You're the one that they replaced.
Six minutes is what you get,
Is it over?

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