Down the barrel of this gun I am facing oblivion
The lights they shine from the corners of my eyes
The voices call but they can't decide
Am I better off here or on the other side
She said metaphysics could set me free from the shackles of this reality
I don't know what's real, but this cold hard steel seems mighty tangible to me and I say
Hey, hey, hey why not today
I am an atrocity
Each breath I take contributes to global warming
And each dollar I spend is a dollar misspent
What I pay in rent, it could make a dent in something like feeding the homeless or cancer treatments
Harvest my organs
Donate all my belongings
I know you'll miss me, but my life is just one thing
And it's one thing I have to give back
Down the barrel of this gun I am facing oblivion