a gun to my head,
i won't sleep in this bed;
you watch me over your shoulder.
there's no trust, there's no love,
no faith, pixie dust-
just fear in the face of a sinner.
i won't eat, i can't sleep,
bones crumble, limbs creak;
and i'm not even sure a heart beats.
still you watch, never sleep
drinking in my defeat
i gasp for air and you're high for a week
i hope that your plan
to become more a man
played out just in your favour
and i hope that as you leave me here,
while you suck down more beer
you feel as though you were my saviour.
