Father, are you listening?
I am the bullet.

If i am the son
And i am the ride
Then how do i rest upon it?
If i am the one
That murders the tribe
Then how do i kiss the hand i bit?

A wrist is slit so i can mend
How am i
Supposed to breathe in?

The chamber is full
And i am the gun
For everything
That you've ever loved

Erasing the tone
And shaping the line
Like this is an open market
For any of you individuals
Willing to make bets upon my soul

A stepping through to the other side
Is your own accord
And my own soft shaking

The chamber is full
And i am the gun
For everything
That you've ever loved

And you're loved, loved
You're loved
And i am alone.