What do you feel when you shoot?
A ten minute rush, if that
A sickness that starts in the arm
And reaches the hart
The lies
The stories
Where is it going?
No…No…No…
Let me tell you!
Your life when you shoot,
is a toilet.
Spinning to fast to know…
They say that’s the best part
But by far, I rather have a grip on realty
than on a toilet,
Where I will find you,
Your time is up. Realty’s back.
So tell me!
What do you feel when you shoot?
What I feel?
Just stupid!
The lies not worth it.
The stories not told.
Not even that
But when you shoot…
You the stuff that spins.