In my hand exists an empty gun,

What a thing to say,

What image did you see?

Does it define you and me?

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Did you see a real gun?

One made up of plastic?

Was it silver? Was it black?

Put you in a casket.

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Were there people?

Was there a scene?

Blood trails? Entrails?

Was it nice and clean?

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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?