there’s nothing left to breathe
there’s nothing left to see
so the gun isn’t empty yet
but i doubt you’ll feel a thing
supply, demand, materials. we always get what we’re asking for. but you’d never ask for what you truly want. so you’re building all you’ve ever known, but you building’s wrecked and full of holes. and no tape or glue can mend effect or cause.
there’s nothing left to breathe
there’s nothing left to see
so the gun isn’t empty yet
but i doubt you’ll feel a thing
when this house of cards comes tumbling down, you’ll feel the walls come crashing down and the kings and queens are lying in your bed. you’ll make them feel like they’re at home till they’re owning all you’ve ever owned and you’ll wish that it was all inside your head.
there’s nothing left to breathe
there’s nothing left to see
so the gun isn’t empty yet
but i doubt you’ll feel a thing
there’s nothing else to lose
there’s nothing else to be
so this is where it all ends
but i doubt you’ll feel a thing
