I’ll bite the bullet
Like I bite my tongue
Because the cartridge
Isn’t a tough pill to swallow
Chase it with a shot
To clear the chamber.
Feeling the kick,
And the recoil to follow.
Iron or lead?
It all tastes the same.
Rage or sadness?
I’m too sober to wallow.
They want me spent,
But I’m still around.
They think they’re loaded,
But all their points are hollow.