You and I pace along the grass

And think of what we had

Ambivalent and young

We're probably just dumb



The truth is that it hurts

And what's it really worth?

No hope and no future



Holding a gun to my head

So send me an angel

Or bury me deeply instead

With demons to lean on



No hope and no future

We'll die the same loser



Holding a gun to my head

So send me an angel

Or bury me deeply instead

With demons to lean on



Numb from it all

Not at all, at all, at all, at all

Numb from it all

Not at all, at all, at all, at all, at all



Holding a gun to my head

So send me an angel

Or bury me deeply instead

With demons to lean on



Holding a gun to my head

So send me an angel

Or bury me deeply instead

With demons to lean on



Holding a gun to my head

Holding a gun to my head

Holding a gun to my head

With demons to lean on