Reflex

Savoring the taste of saving our own skin It's a bitter pill to swallow Hollow hopes, pulsing in our minds This burden fits like a glove A guillotine drops on that royal pride of yours Rigged Russian roulette with a loaded chamber for each six of your flaws And let the seventh be this gun And I'm holding on, to a phantom rope To a lifeline made of smoke A lifeline, when I'm reading flatlines from hope You keep me suspended when I know I'd rather choke Between wolves and a canyon The pressure turns your legs to lead It's torture to watch you twitch with the final reflexes of the dead Out of habit or instinct The pressure turns your heart to lead A knee-jerk reaction, a final reflex A final reflex of the dead Yet I'm forced to admit, in this world I wouldn't walk if I could With these open windows that don't talk when they should That you, in all your beauty and all of your disgust Are all that I, all that I, all that I have left So do we part ways and let me sink to the ocean floor Or suffer here in silence once more I'll give you the option out habit once more To pull the trigger, the trigger once more Speak to me the way you did when we were kids Speak to me the way you did before You don't speak to me anymore And oh, I still remember you As all else blurs away, I can't forget I want to let you know, I need to tell you that You're all that I have left