Stand up spin the barrel count to ten and let the games begin
Warm night under a churning sky
Youre locking lips while im going down with this ship
Im bearing witness with a broken jaw
And your timid innocense is wearing off
Im not above not waking up
By choice this time
Hope thats alright with you
Ive seen enough so take these eyes
Im giving up tonight
I stand with gaping wrists making a fist
Im far from fine, its justified
This tragic invite brings dreadful insight
To what goes on when im gone
Stand back
Strike up the firing squad
My heart beating
My body bleeding and for what
And this could be
The last time you see me alive and well