If I were begging for relief
You would be the last to know
If I were formless
You would be my fading shadow
If you were begging for release
I would be counting your sins
If you were hopeless
I would be your final attempt

And let me know if there’s another way out, we won’t find it out cold
We’re heading straight south on a long forgotten road
If there’s another way out, we’ll cause it to cave in
Drawn to the flames and turning to ash on the way in

If I were selling the hard truth
You would be the last in line
If I were complying
You would keep the noose tied tight
If you approved of the hard proof
I would expunge it on glitch
If you were hiding
I would drag and drain the ditch

I went to the river, but got tripped up in the mud
And I pulled the trigger, but the bullet was a dud
I commenced to shiver, losing so much blood
Sounds too sinister, but who are we to judge?
If you were seeking an escape
I would enigmatize the route
If my soul turned up fake
You would die laughing and proud