Six Gun Anaesthesia

Verse 1

Six-gun anesthesia

A mind dosing itself to kill the pain

Between a blink and a tear

A rusted resolve of steel

Holding on by the breadth of a hair

As the trigger of life misfires again

The hammer drops inside my head

One echo like a celebratory clap

The lights fade out to static

As latex hands pull the curtain back

I’m staring at the shell I’ve become

Hollow eyes with no dignity

A final bow in the spotlight of shame

While the red-and-white siren sings for me

The crowd’s not cheering

It’s just gravel under wheels

Rolling through the gates

Of everything I failed to feel

Suicidal nostalgia

Memories dressed like ghosts in Sunday clothes

A lifeline frayed and burning

A selfish storm I tried to hide

But every shadow screamed my name

And the world keeps turning

While I’m buried under the noise

Every heartbeat, every choice

Another shovel in the ground

I’m staring at the shell I’ve become

Trying to climb out of this gravity

The siren’s song still follows me home

But I’m not ready for the ending scene

No crowd, no cheer

Just a road of broken steel

And a chance to rise

Before the darkness seals the deal