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
