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