Hello, are you in there? You don't make a sound
There must be some feeling left
holding your thought down
it can't be too late if you still have some fight

Well there ins't any leeway
for a man of free-way hopes and dreams
he's better off dead
Take a little time, assessing all the thoughts
and lines locked deep inside your head

When all of the poisons you've already done
Are no longer working, you've already won
You don't know the reasons, make all of them
wrong, and just
Wish down the barrel of a gun

Do you ever feel like it's all a dream?
Believing you'll wake up, no screaming, a better
world waiting for you open your eyes?

Wish down the barrel of a gun