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

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

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

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

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

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

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