Before The End - Inactive Messiah

This cold air in my chest

This air that makes me breathless

This cold gun in my hand

This gun that won’t stand restless

I’m standing here with you

Thinking six feet upon me

I’m looking now at you

Thinking of wood around me

I can’t raise my hand

To blow me away in the air

I can’t pull the trigger

To bury me down with despair

I can’t release the bullet

To stuck inside my cells

These thoughts are haunting my mind

Just before the end

I’m staring at my hand

Staring at the shining steel

Trying to free the lid

Release the bullet to my head

I know I won’t be missed

One more unobserved absence

Your life will go on

And nothing will have changed