Bang![Perfected]

Calm down,

Way down...

Man, this shit used to be so easy.

Firing pins, bullet swings...

Penetration hurts it, stings....

Words are like a 50.Cal....

You shot and missed, oh well...

Words flying like our photo frames,

Setting fire to everything ablaze,

Embers falling down, heating up the pouring rain..

Excuse me as swear throughout this unforgiving pain...

Every doctor tells me to relax or I'll go insane..

BUT THE PROBLEM IS, I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE PROBLEM IS,

EVER SINCE WE STARTED FIGHTING MY LIFE WENT TO A MESS,

EVEN THOUGH ALL YOU WANTED WAS HEAL MY HEART....

WE STILL ENDED UP TEARING EACH OTHER APART...

I remember staring down the barrel,

Tapping foot - keeping gas on the peddle,

I was nervous, just about to pull the trigger,

Everything went dark - all I saw was your silhouette, or so I figured.

All that died down, we left town, you cried, and I still died - breathing but couldn't face the picture. Oh, that entire forsaken lecture. About how you needed me, but you feed on me, you said you'd let me be, you lied, you never set me free....

Wish there was a better way - every day...

Wish that all this hurt would go away - not okay....

Just put the gun away...

Put it away...

You don't have a cigarette per se?

Huh? CEEDER?

YEAH, I'M SITTING AROUND LISTENING TO YOUR WHINING AND CRYING,

I'M DONE ANTICIPATING WHETHER YOUR LIVING OR DYING.

MAN JUST BE YOURSELF AND STOP LYING.

IF YOU NEED A POKER FACE, I'll be your buy-in...

KEVLAR VEST STRAPPED TO MY CHEST...

I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE UNTILL YOU CONFESS,

IF I GO DOWN, SO WILL THE REST...

I WILL TEAR UP THIS NEST...

WANT ME TO TURN THIS IN TO A HORROR SCENE - A BLOOD FEST.

...

(NO ONE WANTS THAT?)

Firing pins, bullet swings...

Penetration hurts it, stings....

Words are like a 50.Cal....

You shot and missed, oh well...

FIRING PINS, BULLET SWINGS!

PENETRATION HURTS IT STINGS!

YOUR WORDS ARE LIKE A 50.CAL!

YOU SHOT AND MISSED, GO TO HELL!

ALL THIS TIME YOU THOUGHT I WAS IMMUNE,

I AM STILL THE ALPHA, YOU WERE JUST HOWLING AT THE MOON....

TAKE THE GUN, FINISH WHAT I COULDN'T DO...

YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT, YOU GOT TO MUCH TO LOSE...

FIRING PINS, BULLET SWINGS!

PENETRATION HURTS IT STINGS!

YOUR WORDS ARE LIKE A 50.CAL!

YOU SHOT AND MISSED, GO TO HELL!

ALL THIS TIME YOU THOUGHT I WAS IMMUNE,

I AM STILL THE ALPHA, YOU WERE JUST HOWLING AT THE MOON....

TAKE THE GUN, FINISH WHAT I COULDN'T DO...

YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT, YOU GOT TO MUCH TO LOSE...

...

BANG!

Thanks for the help there, Ceeder!

Hmm, whatever, man.