In the depths of a cold black night the lights speed by emotionless and out of mind.
The walls may have fallen but, I’ve yet to fill these hoes.
This bottle’s half empty.
I still feel the noose and , the lives that I stole.
I’m screaming and I’m tearing apart from the things that I’ve done.
No forgiveness in sight.
The moon shines off all this broken glass.
And I hate that I have to lose the smell of this smoking gun.
I’m on my knees now.
In the broken pieces of my pleasures
Bleeding, I’ll take this to the very last drop
Punishment is irrelevant now to this pain of actions
And, I’ll love this fire while it’s burning.
See the fire in the sky.
Smell the bodies burn
Hear those guns blaze
Watch the world turn
I can’t take this with a grain
I swear I’ll keep pushing with this pain
There’s so much more I’ve got to finish
I’ll be damned and, I know that I will be
If all this gets the better of me
And, I hate that I have to lose the smell of this smoking gun.