Pull the trigger and aim for my heart baby.
Because you'll never get another shot at me.
You can take my voice but not my words.
You can censor my ears but I'll watch as your world burns.
You can try to destroy my home.
But it's all made out of stone.
So go on and take your best shot at me.
You have until the clock strikes three.
Because when your time runs out.
I'll finally know what your all about.
When your voice is in my head.
Lile a virus it spread.
You consumed all my thoughts.
And became all my wants.
But no longer under your spells.
No longer engraved in my cell's.
