stand up spin the barrel count to ten and let the games begin      warm night under a churning sky   youre locking lips while im going down with this ship   im bearing witness with a broken jaw   and your timid innocense is wearing off      im not above not waking up   by choice this time   hope thats alright with you   ive seen enough so take these eyes   im giving up tonight      i stand with gaping wrists making a fist   im far from fine, its justified   this tragic invite brings dreadful insight   to what goes on when im gone      stand back   strike up the firing squad   my heart beating   my body bleeding and for what      and this could be   the last time you see me alive and well