Take a shot for all the pain:
a bullet in a wine glass
next to the needles and the games.
The winner works the quickest
at taking this away.

What's a chance to the ones with nothing left?
Another shot to graze the names
and take pride on a lack of humanity.
Another shot to make believe
the world is worth more than a galaxy.

Time can pass by
and it won't plan on stopping.
Too quickly will the fakers look away
and pretend their lives aren't limitless
because tomorrow's not coming for another day.

As we're debating where to hide,
the air begins to pass
and remind the memories of what a shot might be missing.
Taking life by the minute in a broken down van
riddled with bullet holes 'cos the driver's not listening.

Take a shot for all the pain:
a bullet in a wine glass
next to the needles and the games.
The winner works the quickest
at taking this away.

And for another lonely night
we'll sleep with a shot under our pillowcase
to ward off the intruders that don't plan on staying.
To inhale these painkillers that separate
our minds from the games our lives are playing.

Another dollar invested in this wall
beneath our skin to build
a fortress that will gladly block the sun.
And as we thicken into nothingness
our hearts are denied to everyone.

Drinks and handguns;
risks and healing wands.
to satisfy when nothing is all we've got.
The bitterness that we have left
rests on a single shot.

Take a shot for all the pain:
a bullet in a wine glass
next to the needles and the games.
The winner works the quickest
at taking this away.

The winner is the shot
that can take the pain away.