Testo di Stepping Through

Father, are you listening? I am the bullet. If i am the son And i am the ride Then how do i rest upon it? If i am the one That murders the tribe Then how do i kiss the hand i bit? A wrist is slit so i can mend How am i Supposed to breathe in? The chamber is full And i am the gun For everything That you've ever loved Erasing the tone And shaping the line Like this is an open market For any of you individuals Willing to make bets upon my soul A stepping through to the other side Is your own accord And my own soft shaking The chamber is full And i am the gun For everything That you've ever loved And you're loved, loved You're loved And i am alone.