See the long thin shadow of the reaper
See the long thin shadow of the rope
I feel the finger of hunger
I feel the blade upon this throat
Shut the door upon my face
Stoke the boiler of this pain
Put the fuel upon this flame
I'll get a grip
I'll get a gun
Get a gun
I'll get a gun
Get a gun
Put the muzzle to my head
In the dark the dirt the din
Cut the carcass suck it in
I'll get a grip
I'll get a gun
Get a gun
I'll get a gun
Get a gun
Give me something to believe
This hope is braking and is sunk
I'll dive into this long disease
The captain of this ship drunk
The lions share of shame
Born to bear the brunt of blame
Filthy is my middle name
I'll get a grip
I'll get a gun
Get a gun
I'll get a gun
Get a gun
Get a gun
Get a gun
Get a gun
Get a gun
See the long thin shadow of the reaper
See the long thin shadow of the rope
I feel the finger of hunger
I feel the blade upon this throat
Give me something to believe
This hope is braking and is sunk
I'll dive into this long disease
The captain of this ship drunk
I'll get a gun
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