Barrel of gun to temple
I turn straight so it’s between my eyes
If this is my demise let it be
There’s no connection between series of me
This episode holds my demise
I told you, between the eyes
Push closer and hand wavers
Supposed to be my savior
and you’re doubting yourself
Reach hand back to distract
Kick up gravel with a quick shift
And a pedal to the carpet
Escape one death still seeking another
I’m leaving this place dead or dying
I have no emotion attached to either
Crazed in experience and falling deeper

~kb