It’s when you’re always trying but you only bleed in return.
Bleeding out feelings, emotion and the hopes of my heart.
I am pierced so much right now.
So now its time to turn back the hands of time.
To the time when it became a mistake.
Its the time in life where the point is fate.
Im going to mend my wounds,
forget they were even there.
I’m ready to shoot love in the head,
with a cold .44.
I will shoot love in the head,
then stab all that remains.
No one can make it through this forsworn fate.
It will be a massacre,
even to the things I forgot.
I want to kill these things,
that people claim to be good.
They give you a headache.
They only ruin the start.
They take your life.
They hide in the dirt.
They think that I’m crazy now.
Hell, you might too.
But it’s you thats become dead.
But it’s you that lives in dirt.
Soon you will realize,
this was never meant to be.
This was never to be a praised device
This was never to settle in the hearts of men.
I’m going to mend my wounds,
forget they were even there.
I’m ready to shoot love in the head,
with a cold .44.
