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