Oh yes,
I'm holding a trigger to your head.
So you die from an unknowing death.
I'd say it's better if you held your own dam breath.
Silence may be in your afterlife,
sure hell it ain't in mine.
The clocks are ticking
keeping hold a time bomb;
I won't be counting the minutes that are left,
you'll be doing that my friend.
Sweat runs heavy down your chest
as my fingers grip firmly to the handle.
Nervously your eyes blink more then once
knowing you time is soon to come.
Your last minutes tick away to your screams
that slowly melt away.
As the trigger pulls back
your eyes roll into your head
of which the bullet now lingers in.
