Ghostload

The conversation's dead but I'm one to be a needle in the eye Cuz time and time again we waste the words With an itchy finger on a loaded gun I'm not here to talk I've gotten beat from always hitting a brick wall I'm gonna count to 10 I'm gonna spin that chamber 'round Won't even have a chance to see what forced you to the ground You know how good it gets when perspective stains your mouth I'm gonna count to 10 See, I've got my shiny extra limb And I'm good at slinging to feel like a bigger man All loaded up and your body's shaking Reconsider an amend Scapegoats by the dozen line the halls Each one with a story left to tell Panic as the empty casings fall Wondering what excuse you will sell You've got the lead, you've got the law All loaded up, I'll load I'm gonna count to 10 I'm gonna spin that chamber 'round Paranoid Which of us will draw last? Paranoid Who will be the one to stand? Paranoid Which of us will draw last? I'm searching for reasons to loosen my grip When all I believe in makes you the target I'm searching for reasons I loosen my grip When all I believe in, lies in this bullet