high hopes on a loaded gun
sexy showers in the heatstroke sun
the twilight fades with the break of day
i wish for intervention, oh how i wish away

my loaded gun beckons, beneath the rose so red
in five minutes, my heart stops dead
i hold the candle to my face
in a hopeless run for a forgotten race

time stops moving like stonecold dream
the world's not as pretty as it may seem
the voices whisper before they quickly fade
what is love, but just dreams, man-made?

metal to skin, i draw it near
i pray without passion upon my fear
this last chance, to redeem my soul
before my heart shatters from the cold

And the pain lingers, before it dies
as my worries disappear with one last cry