Closing my eyes, his hand in mine,
we wandered off to a future time...

Letter in the mail,
mom's in jail...

It's hard to gauge all this rage that I feel.
It's hard to cage all this anger that's real...

In the chamber lies his fate,
himself, a bullet, and the gun...

Blood drips from my veins,
like rain from the sky...

Nostrils tingle, beginning to breathe.
Air is expelled, aiming to deceive...

A life of mystery and confusion,
religion and other senseless delusions...