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 burry 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 feel 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 chance

Vapauta laukaise jo...