itchy little trigger will deliever...
every thought is sin...kills for ever...
i measure pleasure by the pain...
draw fire and then pray...
the smallest cut drains my soul
please help me cause i'm lost...
scattered...lying on the floor...
your fucking pistol...rips me open right before my eyes...
im walking this railings edge... dying
killed the truth in me...
if only i could just believe a thing...
