cocked and loaded
  pointed in my direction
  no protection guess your gonna
  hit me with it
  slow implosion
  no one knows what makes it all tick
  guess we're gonna
  burn out trying
    hollow to the core we are
  swallowed
  broken by the mold
  no one knows how we lost control
  no one knows why
    one explosion haunts you slow
  and small it all is a speck of dust
  you'll wipe right off in time
  and when it all ends
  how can you say you never were a slave
  look em in the eye
  and face it
    no one knows
    pointed in my direction
  guess your gonna hit me with it
  pointed in my direction
  guess your gonna burn out now