Spinning through the day

Waiting to ascend

The present is a present

Confusions and mistakes

Emotions poured all over

But balance is the key

Sometimes you can't control them

Deciding makes me weak

There isn't a soul in the things that matter to most

Sailing the void there is no notion or current that pulls

(I pull the trigger!)

Withered bent over the vase is the new way to pose

(I pull the trigger!)

Seek for a way to be free liberating your soul

Oh...oh....oh

Spinning all the way

I thought of yesterday

Waiting to be made

A choice decides the fate

(I pull the trigger!)

Sailing the void there is no notion or current that pulls

(I pull the trigger!)

Seek for a way to be free liberating your soul

They say all comes back to you...

Digging up the grave

For memories to lay

(I pull the trigger!)

Withered bent over the vase is the new way to pose

(I pull the trigger!)

Seek for a way to be free liberating your soul

They say all comes back to you...

There isn't a soul in the things that matter to most