I hear the shotgun hit.
There\'s a love that just won\'t quit.
Beckoning through this shit.
I need something.
I devour my recourse.
There\'s a feeling of remorse.
Sent away on this horse.
I feel nothing.
I control my other half.
To this devil, he\'s just a calf.
Ride away under his laugh.
I\'m here growing.