2am cold sweats

Night terrors

Broken mirrors

Broken mirros

Broken mirrors

Dark figures linger

Like the scars on a finger

No choice ony hope

Pull the trigger

Click

Slide

Pull the mag out

Now

A bitch

On my lap now

Squeexe her trigger

Squeeze her trigger

Signin up for a right cause

Made to look a like punk

Sippin the

White claw

Whats the cause

Whats the cause

Pullin the trigger for another man

So he

Can keep a clean fucking hand

Was never the plan

N so you stick to the man

Click click you hear a mag

Load from behind

In thе same mans hand

Now you got the dead mans hand

Dеad mans hand

Wantin to know whats right

When its all been wrong

Might cost your life

Fallin in love might take their

Have you chasin ghosts in the night

Like jason does when they aim their sight

Laser sight

Flash fucking light

End it all there

On a normal night like a stop sign

Under a street light

And now your death is sighned

Death is signed