Blaedr

I've got a gun in my hand, but the gun won't cock. Myy finger's on the trigger, but that trigger seems locked. And I can't stop staring at the tick-tock clock, and even if I could I would never give up. With a vest on my chest, a bullet in my lung, I can't believe I'm dying with my song unsung. And if and when I die won't you bury me alone? Because I'll never get to heaven if I'm singing this song.