There’s a 4 chamber loaded gun in my chest
And with each two tone squeeze
It threatens to paint the town me
Beat after beat
It ends in an impotent whimper
A muzzled dog
Never catching the rabbit
It’s the fear we love
Hands clasped around our throats
Each thump a muscle twitch tighter
A race of air versus pleasure
Nooses of arteries and veins
Hanging from our own lifeblood
Swaying in the wind of each chambers misfire
Snub nose barrel chest
Each strike of the hammers on blanks
A beat against an ensnared drum
Fire clots through your spider web
Fulfill the destiny as the ticking time bomb
Be the weapon you were meant to be
A thousand gun salute
For the fallen soldier firing squad
Send your crimson rage deep into your host
Burst floods into your dependence
Fire blanks of misfortune
It only takes one to hit