Too old for this sh**
The years all pa**ed
Future happened somewhere
Dead to the bone
Locked up in this tomb
Slept through the burial
All tomorrows lost
Give me a gun and help me load it
Cast in this mould
Like a plaything
Emotions draining
Nothing really counts
Names meaning nothing
Faces blur and fade
Give me a gun and help me load it
Give me a gun and help me load it