Stepping Through

Father are you listening to me?
You gotta let it go.
Father are you listening?
I am the bullet.

If I am the son, and I am the ride,
Then how do I rest upon it?
If i am the one, that murders the tribe,
Then how do I kiss the hand I bit?

A wrist is slit so mine can mend.
How am I, supposed to breathe in?

The chamber is full, and I am the gun,
For everything, that you've ever loved.

Erasing the tone, and shaping the line,
Like this is an open market,
For any of you, individuals
Willing to make bets upon my soul.

A stepping through to the other side,
Is your own accord,and my own soft shaking.

The chamber is full, and I am the gun
For everything, that you've ever loved.
And you're loved, loved, loved,
And you're loved.
Loved.
Loved.
Am I am alone.

The chamber is full, and I am the gun,
For everything, that you've ever loved.
That you've ever loved,
That you've ever...

The chamber is full, and I am the gun.
Gun.
Gun.