Pull the trigger now
if you're craving a hero,
or say life after death.
Was it you or was it me
who had to fake
implementation
of a lonely heart,
so warm and oh, so weak?
My fractured eyes
in the mold below.
The fattest lies
hold your needs.
Wait for the morning,
come a different day.
Carry the weight of all
you say is wrong.
We both would deny
there is a secret fate,
a seal of woven years
of waiting flying by.
Rush my head
into your wall of complaints,
and crush me softly
like you crushed yourself asunder.
You better leave me be.
Now go.
My soul was sold
for a rainy day.
But it's not too late
for a full retreat.