I wish I had an angel in my pocket
And a gun aimed at my head
To see what I really deserve
I know that my thoughts are worthless to you
So i’ll sell them for a new soul in Hell
No longer may I think alone
My fate has been left to armed ghosts
Leaving the safety catch on
And so the angel who cannot save me
Lifts away my soul
As the gun collapses from my temple
My thoughts scatter to the wind
And now I don’t know what to do or say
As cold it feels to live again
And I cannot see beyond
The hurt I feel as I try to live again
My mind will soon be cold