Bullseye

I've got no money in my pocket, I've got a debt, my soul is shrunk
There's a deep cut on my finger, there is misery in my heart
I've got no strength or motivation, but the clocks are ticking backwards now
For all my great sought ambitions, I still don't know, where to start

There's suspicion in my body, there is sickness in my gut
All my food is stale and dry, my water is bitter, my drink is dark
I've got too many wounds to heal, but my gases are already dirty
I've got too little time to waste away, but still it seems I'm going steady

I've been shot down

The system's feeding off my anguish, every other beat is too much to take
Forgive my sins for I have suffered, forgive my actions for I'm about to break
And there's too little time to waste away, my feet are cold and my spirit's bend

I've been shot down
(What a lovely mannequin, can I shot you down?
What a precious little girl deep inside the ground)