Pull the Trigger
Through my open eyes
I struggle to breathe
The cold press of the darkened steel cuts right through me
Try to escape, I wake up screaming
Tonight I am consumed by tortured life repeating
Gun is shaking in my hand
Rip out the skin between my teeth
The world begins to lose its shape
A sudden end and quick release
Try to escape, I wake up screaming
Dying here inside this life of flesh still bleeding
White knuckled, my resolve
Is fucking made of cracked glass
Shatters all over the wall
Perfect imperfection at last
Look upon the thing I've made
I cut myself just like you showed me
The world begins to lose its shape
A sudden end and quick release
Try to escape, I wake up screaming
Tonight I am consumed by tortured life repeating
White knuckled, my resolve
Is fucking made of cracked glass
Shatters all over the wall
Perfect imperfection at last
The same old needle in my neck
Crawl inside where the noise never ends
Inside of the barrel, the promise of God
Now I'm alive as you pull the trigger
I try to escape, I wake up screaming
Tonight I am consumed by tortured life repeating
The gun is shaking in my hands
I struggle just to try to breathe
The world begins to lose its shape
A sudden end and quick release
You'll load it up and shove it down
I'll put the gun inside my mouth
Please wake me up and pull the trigger now
I struggle to breathe
The cold press of the darkened steel cuts right through me
Try to escape, I wake up screaming
Tonight I am consumed by tortured life repeating
Gun is shaking in my hand
Rip out the skin between my teeth
The world begins to lose its shape
A sudden end and quick release
Try to escape, I wake up screaming
Dying here inside this life of flesh still bleeding
White knuckled, my resolve
Is fucking made of cracked glass
Shatters all over the wall
Perfect imperfection at last
Look upon the thing I've made
I cut myself just like you showed me
The world begins to lose its shape
A sudden end and quick release
Try to escape, I wake up screaming
Tonight I am consumed by tortured life repeating
White knuckled, my resolve
Is fucking made of cracked glass
Shatters all over the wall
Perfect imperfection at last
The same old needle in my neck
Crawl inside where the noise never ends
Inside of the barrel, the promise of God
Now I'm alive as you pull the trigger
I try to escape, I wake up screaming
Tonight I am consumed by tortured life repeating
The gun is shaking in my hands
I struggle just to try to breathe
The world begins to lose its shape
A sudden end and quick release
You'll load it up and shove it down
I'll put the gun inside my mouth
Please wake me up and pull the trigger now
Credits
Writer(s): John Philip Huber, Curtis Alan Decamp, Damian Richard Goulet, Matthew William Person, Jody Ray Smith
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