you're always waiting for something
never doing the right thing
your head's in a noose
tied by your thoughts
and they're stacking the odds
you've got access to all possible options
but a mindset that won't stand a chance
'cause if you choose you loose
you're a failure, a fraud
worthless 'cause you're flawed
clear your mind
it's taking a piss
all over your dreams
try to make sense of this
it's like Russian roulette
and these Bullets are thoughts
don't regret all regrets
until it no longer hurts
and it's Ego that's buying all of the crap
and you're lying, not facing the facts
you pile up shit around you
until you get smothered
but you just can't be bothered
you're aiming beyond the gap
but you're blinded and can't see the trap
that's waiting out there for you
the bait is sugar and salt
suddenly it's nobody s fault
well I'd say it's time
to make sense of this
I load up on my dreams
I shoot though I may miss
and if these thoughts are bullets
they may leave me in holes
but out of old regrets
I cobbled brand new soles
and they will lead me there