This never-ending silence beats down fabricated skies,
And twists words of hope and comfort into a writhing mass of lies.
This voice of hopeless love or obsession
Spirals down into the darkness, deep into depression.

Raise the cool metal to the sky up above
And let the worries melt away, fly like a dove.
For when the world is both cruel and kind
That single bullet serves to remind

Let tension melt away the fears
As your mind is aged beyond your years.
And like all bright things have a dark end
What was once torn, the metal shall mend.