The crowd around me looks on,
The guy pulls on the trigger
As he aims straight at my heart.
This isn't a metaphor, it's true.
The crowd around me looks on
As I fall and lie in my own blood
Blurring, losing consciousness,
Slurring, asking for their help.
I wake up, another nightmare.
The people walk around me,
My mind explodes in sounds
Silent guns fire through me.
These are metaphors, but true.
The people walk around me,
As I try to catch my breath
With my loose hands shaking,
Blurring, slurring, I'm fading.
I can't wake up, my reality.
