Текст песни
The gun was fake, but I imagined it to be real
In that moment I wished for it to be
The imaginary feeling of a bullet entering my skull overtook me with bliss
It gave me peace knowing that if I really wanted things to end, they could
Even when there is joy there is sorrow
An endless cycle in which I'm forced to live
I hope that there is nothing after death
I hope that for once it will be silent and thoughts will no longer eat at my soul
But in this moment, my thoughts are red, red with rage
I wish for blood as I lose sight of God
A terminal malfunction, an error in my genetic code
In these moments I wish for death