walking talking smoking gun

walking talking smoking gun
I load it pause and wait beside
I don't know what way is up
I don't know what I'm trying to hide

try to find my way around,
stick the barrel in my lips
it all feels like frozen, still
I dread the smoky bullet kiss

You're out of sinc with your mind
I feel like i'm five thoughts behind
I feel like I'm five floors below
Out of sync. *and i let go*

the smoke my mouth expells
leads me from my inner hell
leads me from my inner pain
leads me from my inner brain
leads me here to lie insane
touches me with smokey guilt
reminds me of all the dreams i've killed
reminds me of the pain I've caused
Hand out hurt? I'm Santa Clause

Raise me up above your head
Cry my name out long alone
Toss me to the stones instead
I pray my corpse will help atone

fluffy puffy happy hidding
the fires burn so deep within
we inhale comfort, blaze our happiness
and breath out our dreams
to fade.