Father are you listening to me
You gotta let it go
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 mine 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, loved
And you're loved
Loved
Loved
Am I am alone
The chamber is full, and I am the gun
For everything, that you've ever loved
That you've ever loved
That you've ever
The chamber is full, and I am the gun
Gun
Gun