In my hand exists an empty gun,

What a thing to say,

What image did you see?

Does it define you and me?


Did you see a real gun?

One made up of plastic?

Was it silver? Was it black?

Put you in a casket.


Were there people?

Was there a scene?

Blood trails? Entrails?

Was it nice and clean?


Nap forever when you're dead,

My point to begin with was what I said,

At the start with my empty gun,

Did you think I killed someone?