Feel it... And how it's weighing in your hand Cold and loaded See it... Oh, it's shining in my hand Cold and loaded I know I haven't the balls to pull this through And therefore I'm laying all my faith in you
Raise the gun, take aim and shoot me a bullet through head Consider us dead Raise the 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 empty The choice is mine don't be afraid to pull this through Just get a grip, I'm to get rid of you
Raise the gun, take aim and shoot me Put a bullet through my Consider us dead Raise the gun, take aim and blow me away Squeeze the trigger, free the Consider us dead
I know you haven't got the to pull this through Just get a grip, I'm dying to get rid of you