A fickle clock that documents my slow decay
I'm hollowed out and stagger backwards into yesterday
But I can't stay her hand
The girl gets shot again
But what is left to scan and send?
How many times until I'm spent?
World lines start to fray and split
I'm so afraid but won't admit
And I can't stay her hand
The girl gets shot again again again
Please stop dying in my arms
I can only take so many times
This is f**ing k**ing me inside
Blood stains on my hands
Show me there's a plan
Please stop dying in my arms