Stepping Through

Father, are you listening?

I am the bullet.

If i am the son

And i am the ride

Then how do i rest upon it?

If i am the one

That murders the tribe

Then how do i kiss the hand i bit?

A wrist is slit so i can mend

How am i

Supposed to breathe in?

The chamber is full

And i am the gun

For everything

That you've ever loved

Erasing the tone

And shaping the line

Like this is an open market

For any of you individuals

Willing to make bets upon my soul

A stepping through to the other side

Is your own accord

And my own soft shaking

The chamber is full

And i am the gun

For everything

That you've ever loved

And you're loved, loved

You're loved

And i am alone.