cocked and loaded

pointed in my direction

no protection guess your gonna

hit me with it

slow implosion

no one knows what makes it all tick

guess we're gonna

burn out trying



hollow to the core we are

swallowed

broken by the mold

no one knows how we lost control

no one knows why



one explosion haunts you slow

and small it all is a speck of dust

you'll wipe right off in time

and when it all ends

how can you say you never were a slave

look em in the eye

and face it



no one knows



pointed in my direction

guess your gonna hit me with it

pointed in my direction

guess your gonna burn out now