You take these brilliantly colored pills
to paint your soul
in a way that that can be done
with only the trigger of a gun
but the piano's song is not yet done

swaying with death
you're starting a game that plays in blood
your heart may flood, with the dance of a discontinuing thud
the ground is holding us all down
is it possible to be released from it?
or is the shot our way out from these ties.

when the piano play it's final note
you can't help but want to be numbed
it feels better but,
your angel won't tie your arm
they hide the beauty from you in the needles they keep from you

Fight it softly
make the holes reappear
make the lights reflect from the glimmering things you hear
leave now, let the gun take you out
to the beat of your life
you aren't living now.