This is the world that we live, that we breed, that we give.
This is the life that is sung, that was made with a one bullet gun.
This is my smile that is fake, it's painted, I pretend to make.
This is my laugh that is faint, that you silenced, but I'm just being quaint.
But you’re not going to know, nor will you care.
You won't be there when it ends and the angels fall through our sins.
This is a gun with a bullet, there's the trigger, come on and pull it.
This is a kiss with a last breath, hurry and take it before you taste death.
This is your heart which I hold, you keep it hidden, but today I’ll mold.
This is your faith that has died, it's withered, you keep deep inside.
But I'm not going to know, nor will I care.
I won't be there to pretend when the angels cry and you deny.
