This song was written from the perspective of the mentally unstable fan that shot Dimebag Darrel durring a concert and was shot right after his crime.
Verse 1:
As Dimebag takes the stage
I realized it was worth the wage
I think of him often
The rage in my heart he has softened
Verse 2:
As I looked up at my hero
I know I am a zero
This feeling of despair I cannot mend
unless I violently bring his life to an end
Chorus:
The weight of what I have done
cause me to drop my gun
I gladly accept my tregic death
because of my mental problems, thanks to meth
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