I'm lost in this world like a ritual, ain't got no motherfuckin' visual.
Bang bang, you dead son, bang bang, see you later mom.
Muzzle on the pipe is smoking waters, this thing I did for you fathers.
There's nothing more on the leash, I've finally come at peace.
Cocking the gun one more time, I hear the click as it prime.
Sqeezing softly for my departure, I feel the bullet as it goes aperture..