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