You jump in front of the bullet

The family put you to it

You might survive the first thousand shots

back to the end of the line



You hold the will to survive them

Answer to those you have failed

Time to clean up your room and show you are able to stop

beating yourself down

You've arrived



A wealth of respect, a world of regard

You've always belonged

You have to go on

I just want you to feel the gun in your hand



You used to hold aspiration

You couldn't see the limitations

Even in your youth you were unsurpassed

but driven by grief and it couldn't last



Sometimes promise, sometimes goodbye

Confessed to all through bloodshot eyes

I just want you to feel the gun in your hand (yeah)



It only breaks you until you get off

I'm not gonna watch you kill yourself to live



It's all so average until you get off

I'm not gonna wait here until the body's cold



I just want you to feel the gun in your hand