What A Bullet Might Say:

It's such a dark and dreaded place
This damp chamber that sets misery free,
My tiny beating heart is in my throat
And cold hard steel is blinding me.

Unlike people our fate is already sealed
I was made for that bloody guillotine,
That up close and personal feeling
That keeps my poor conscience so unclean.

Wish I had that choice to live evermore
And remain safely tucked away on life's shelf,
With my bullet casing screwed on tight
Not a soul that brings harm to something else.

I wish that Jesus had washed my sins away
And hung on that ole rugged cross for me,
Then my future wouldn't be so pressing
And I would be free of this doubt indeed.

But the only hope for my dreaded curse
Is that small pen light that shines ahead,
That only reason for my very existence
And these bad thoughts inside my head.

I'm so nervous I'm shaking in my boots
From all this pressure that I do feel,
Bottled up like a stick of pure dynamite
And waiting to ride that merry wheel.

Where circumstance and opportunity
They will pick out my final journey,
That unforgiven path of least resistance
My bloody thrill ride that ends on a gurney.

So I just keep my eyes straight ahead
Into that bright sun shining abyss,
Where but my heart really does lie
My chance to finally deliver my death kiss.

For I only live so that I shall die
And I've wasted all the time I could,
It's my first chance to blow off alittle steam
I am so ready to finally do alittle good.

With gun smoke gleeming in my eyes
And my whole soul on pins and needles,
I'll give my one and only goodbye salute
Silencing my livid thoughts born into evil.