Descending.


Just pull the trigger

Set it off

The snowball effect

And we all fall down.


Shot me down

So many times

Until the holes in their hearts

Wore back into nothing.


I can't see anything

It's too dark

Too cold

All I can hear is distant crashes.


You don't get to decide

What's right and what's wrong

So go back to disaster

And take your suffering with you.