Look what you've done Wasted yourself At thee entrance of your own sad faith You have locked yourself away Down the barrel of your old broken gun You have pulled your own trigger Poor child, you've lost Sweet child, of none And so, you've lost All that you once loved At thee entrance of your God complex You have locked yourself away Down the barrel of your own crooked gun You have pulled your own trigger Poor child, you've lost Sweet child, of none You should know Just where you'll go Don't be scared I'm here, with you