Revolver

My vision is blurred and hazed I'm dazed and anxious and my eyes have turned gray And the paint on the walls has melted to the floor I can feel the atoms in the air breaking apart I can't breathe anymore, I feel my skin is on fire I'm either numb or in pain, but I never feel alive I'm so tired of feeling like a broken bone So instead of festering, I should cut myself off Take my gun away, yeah While there's 5 shots left and I'm still awake, yeah The safety's off and the barrel's still smoking from The last time I was broken I know if my drawer's open then I'll go with the bullet in a flash, no The perfect disappearing act, no Leaving behind cold blood and cash, no In hopes I'll find what I never had, no, no Lucy sends darker soldiers overhead I've tried to defend, but I've grown tired of fighting I've lost my comrades in the high tide of the fight Now that I'm surrounded, should I raise my white flag? I'm so sick of playing desperate Russian Roulette When I'm fully aware that the chamber's fully loaded My nightstand shines brightly before the setting sun So please before I end up nursing a loaded gun Take my gun away, yeah While there's 5 shots left and I'm still awake, yeah The safety's off and the barrel's still smoking from The last time I was broken I know if my drawer's open then I'll go with the bullet in a flash, no The perfect disappearing act, no Leaving behind cold blood and cash, no In hopes I'll find what I never had, no, no I always find myself running to the casket I can't stop myself from slipping into the grave I always find myself running to the casket I can't stop myself from slipping into the grave Someone drag me away I'm running to the casket I can't stop myself from slipping into the grave I always find myself breaking for the casket I can't stop myself from slipping into the grave Stay away Take my gun away, yeah While there's 4 shots left and I'm still awake, yeah The safety's off and the barrel's still smoking from The last time I was broken I know if my drawer's open then I'll go with the bullet in a flash, no The perfect disappearing act, no Leaving behind fresh blood and cash, no Knowing all along that I'd go mad, no, no