I have run down the sun,
I have gunned it down dead,
I have taken down the world,
and put a bullet in its head.

Oh no - shards of shadows,
hints of memories lost,
I took the life of another man,
Because I believed in the cross.

Surround me now, oh children young,
For it is for you that I have sold my soul.
Cluck the clutch of bullets young,
In the magazine of my crook’ed gun.

I look at my mind in rewind,
A series of rehearsed images burst.
Somehow I remember nothing but my worst
hours
Hours
hours
Hours

So now I relinquish – for this is my finest hour yet,
I have destroyed the best for myself.
I do not deserve better,
For my sins are costly memories.

I shall cast myself into the sea,
The sea from whence I came,
To beginning of the ride,
To the beginning of the game,

I am happy now – content to say the least,
With a wry smile like the cat with the cream,
It has been a while,
My time has come to a close,
Its been a long time,
This deflowering of the rose,
I have resisted for so long.
I - like the beach - have held back the sea,
Held back the sands of time.

But in the end no matter how long it takes,
The end is inevitable,
So now I my life lay waste.