End it all, end it all
I wan' put a gun to my head
Let a bullet install
Russian roulette with myself
'Til the gun hits the floor
Hope it ain't my mom that's gon' open the door
Hope my dad ain't mad about the blood on the walls
Hate to think of Ze and Ivy crying when it blows
Hate wonder where my soul will go
End it all, end it all
I wan' put gun to my head
Let a bullet install
Russian roulette with myself
'Til the gun hits the floor
Permeating
My body's stiffening
My blood is growing colder by the second
And I'm still listening
To my brother's chirping
Why am I still here and seeing all there hurting