Just end it,

end my act, end this Charade, pull the trigger and set me free,

the trigger is the key to these chains that burden my soul,

how simple it would be,

how much would it take,

to just tense up your finger and end this mistake,

I'm pleading,

I'm begging you,

can't you hear my lament,

can't you feel all my pain,

so easily ended from some lead in my brain.

Just do it,

no violence,

no cruelty,

but mercy and grace

for nothing more than a shot to the face.

Consumed by the night I search for the day,

but some that are lost aren't meant to find the way.

When some fall from the light,

grace comforts their fall,

a merciful hand guides them back to the light

these are the ones not meant for the night

, but others you see their falls not so forgiving,

when the merciful hand knows the life you've been living,

when they fall from grace they are caught by the dark,

it's cold calming embrace pulls you close to itself and holds onto you tight,

whispers it's symphonies,

the voice of the night.

For the dark may be obscure,

and suffocating,

and invigorating,

but is the dark so bad

for the light dropped you and me here

and now look at you,

with sweat down your back

and a gun to my face,

were you ever meant for lights sweet embrace

 for I am like you and you are like me,

so just pull the trigger and then I'll be free.