Pull the Trigger - Through The Eyes Of The Dead

You stand so tall, so high on your throne

You’re not so gracious anymore

We bring you praise, and speak of your name

Yet, you don’t know us anymore

You thought yourself to be more than a man

You’re just a fucking open sore

A festering mass of lies and deceit

And we believed every word

You spoke of honor and trust, but you could not be trusted

I don’t believe a fucking word

The chains that held us strong, beyond repair and rusted

You stand to fall, prepare for the worst

You’re no one’s God anymore

We brought you praise and spoke of your name

No one will remember your face

You’re not the man that I thought you were

You are a coward in disguise

You made the bed of nails that you lie in

And you will surely die alone

And we believed every word

You spoke of honor and trust, but you could not be trusted

I don’t believe a fucking word

The chains that held us strong, beyond repair and rusted

What a mistake to place gold in the hands of a beggar

If only you could see yourself

Just pull the fucking trigger

You dug the fucking grave that you lie in

Now you will surely die alone

You will die alone

Give me one reason not to rip out your throat

You live in horror

Oblivious to the world around you

Destined to become the empty shell of a man