Every time I think if you
I want to play Russian roulette
Load every chamber
Punch the **** out of the trigger
I want your memories
Hunted out of my head
I want a noose on every voice
Your name slips
They all die
I'll have firing squads on standby
These flashbacks only bring gunplay
It's bad enough your blood rubs through me
But I'll chase your existence
With shovels and pistols
I'll mine these veins
All your cobblestone tainting
All my wealth buried
When you come around
I'll have plenty to erase you
Not even an idea of you will remain