Take the empty bullet hanging from my neck, why don’t you?
Why don’t you? Just take and lodge the last remaining pieces
Of the picture on the wall (where you used to pound your fists)
Into the judged severity of my severed jugular, maybe that
Will mend it medicine man, maybe you will find me again
(Barely breathing) Barely breathing just after that horrid sound rang
Through the night? Yes, through the night! The neighbours’ screams
Were not much louder than mine—pity—but it isn’t an awful contest
Just injustice in motion (you see) and you killed the only person
That was trying to set you free. Free the trigger, why don’t you?
Why don’t you? Are you scared they’ll come after you, after me?