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 therefore 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 afraid to pull this through

Just get a grip, I'm dying to get rid of you



Raise the gun...



I know I haven't got the balls to pull this through

Just get a grip, I'm dying to get rid of you