Back on the firing line
A duel with a MAD result
Both cigarette and trigger
Await the flick of my finger
Avoided the sniper shot
Just to stare down a gatling gun
And for every hole patched in my heart
Another two open.
It's not a coup de grace
It's death by 1000 shots
What would you
Do when you
Look at yourself
And don't like the look
Back in the ring again
Absorbing the body shots
Jab to a cross then uppercut
Sends me back to my corner
Wake up on the floor again
But i never went to sleep
A dance with a devil that I know
Always sends me spinning
It's not a TKO
But I feel every punch
What would you
Do when you
Look at yourself
And don't like the look
It's not the way i am
It's now the way i was
What do you see
When you see
Yourself and there's nothing to love
I'm in it now
Against the one
Who knows the ins
And knows the outs
And everyone
Exploited how
It hurts the most
And takes me out
It's not a coup de grace
It's death by 1000 shots
What would you
Do when you
Look at yourself
And don't like the look
It's not the way I am
It's now the way I was
What do you see
When you see
Yourself and there's nothing to love