Consider Us Dead
Feel it... And how it's weighing in your hand.
Cold and loaded.
See it... Oh, how it's shining in my hand.
Cold and loaded.
I know I haven't got the balls to pull this through
and therefor I'm laying all my faith in you.
Raise the gun, take aim and shoot me.
Put a bullet through my head,
consider us dead.
Raise the gun, take aim and blow me away.
Squeeze the trigger, free the lead,
consider us dead.
We're leaving... This human ruin behind.
Too cold and empty.
Yes, leaving... For there's nothing more I can find.
In this cold and empty.
The choice is mine so don't be afraind to pull this through,
just get a grip, I'm dying to get rid of you.
Raise the gun, take aim and shoot me.
Put a bullet through my head,
consider us dead.
Raise the gun, take aim and blow me away.
Squeeze the trigger, free the lead,
consider us dead.
I know I haven't got the balls to pull this through
just get a grip, I'm dying to get rid of you.
Raise the gun, take aim and shoot me.
Put a bullet through my head,
consider us dead.
Raise the gun, take aim and blow me away.
Squeeze the trigger, free the lead,
consider us dead.
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