There’s a bullet with your name on,
and its going through your head,
There’s a picture of you smiling,
but this pictures when your dead,
There’s a loudly screaming siren,
Making sense of what we said
There’s a mindless, thought less moment,
Were I shot my self and bled,
There’s a moment before dying
Where your mind begins to fade
And it feels like your flying
For a minute in to space.
But with precise unflinching timing
Your mind it bleeds away
Leaking from your body
Like contentment from your face
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You're so cute when you're slurring your speech,
But they're closing the bar and they want us to leave.
And you can't find nothing at all,
If there was nothing there all along.
No you can't find
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