Feel it... And how it's weighing in your hand Cold and loaded See it... how it's shining in my Cold and loaded I know I haven't got the balls to pull this through And therefore I'm all my faith in you
Raise the gun, take aim and shoot me Put a bullet through my head Consider us dead Raise the gun, take and blow me away Squeeze the trigger, free the lead Consider us dead
We're leaving... this human ruin Too cold and empty... Yes leaving... for there's nothing more I can find In this cold and empty The is mine so don't afraid to pull this through Just get a grip, I'm dying to get rid of you
Raise gun, take aim and shoot me Put a bullet through my head Consider us dead Raise the gun, take aim and blow me away Squeeze the trigger, free the lead Consider dead
I know you got the balls to pull this through Just get a grip, I'm dying to get rid of you