Your life is like a loaded gun
Everybody's gotta run
Got a feeling in my brain
Got the whole world going insane
But you've got no recollection no more
And everybody's feelings to you are poor
You got no recollection
Caught in an intersection
Don't like the feeling here any more
You gotta open up the door
Black crow flying in your face
You're dirty and quite the disgrace
Ace of spades, you lose again
I'm the best that's ever been
You've got nothin', not even a dirt cheap whore
The evil demon is right out your front door
You've got nothin', nothin' to lose
It's a game of pick and choose
Don't like the feeling here anymore
You gotta open up the door
Sun beating down with a cloudy rain
Working hard with no positive gain
Caught within the grips of inception
When really it's just deception
Can't tell when time comes or when it goes
When will it stop, I guess no one knows
Caught in the grips of inception
When really it's just deception
Don't like the feeling here anymore
You gotta open up the door