I see the shotgun
In my mouth
Suddenly the whole world
Stopped and looked at me
I feel the trigger so cold
Death is behind me
Waiting patiently
To become its perdition cause
I wonder now if feel fear
Indeed I try to discover
Any senses of cold sweat
As I press harder and harder
The weapon in my mouth
I would have laughed
But now I can't
I feel ironically helpless
As I wanted to do
Two things in the same time
There is a way at the end
I feel the reason I learn about it
My thought fall again now
I pull the trigger
