Presenting

You are getting a present
Just walk out the door
A gun blows off your head
You fall to the floor

Eighteen...seventeen...sixteen...
Counting down your suicides
Fifteen...fourteen...thirteen...
Breathing deep eyes wide

You are being presented
Just stand here before
A truck mows you down
To settle the score

Twelve...eleven...ten...
The clock is ticking away
Nine...eight...seven...
You’re breathing one more day

You are now presenting
Just run to the shore
A rock tied to your feet
To it you’re lured

Six...five...four...
You ain’t breathing anymore
Three...two...one...
Your life’s ending you are done