• Sitting on the ground
    With my back against a wall
    I look up at him in Horror
    About to lose it all.

    As I stare down his barrell
    I see the rifiling deep inside
    I keep asking him why
    Saving all the time I can bide

    He's tired of my Rambling
    He's made up his ... Read Moremind
    He pulls back the hammer
    His mercy I try and find.

    He Pulls The Trigger

    As the bullet ignights
    And the barrel glows red
    It's movin in slow motion
    Almost frozen in my head.