That beauty there before me, I can't see it any more
That beauty in my black heart, so well hidden in the core
Always fighting, so exciting, I've taken countless lives
Always bringing my pistol, when they're bringing their ol' knives

Is it time to pull the trigger, is it time to let it go
Making someone taste the barrel, 16 inches set to blow
Is it time to pull the trigger, such a deed is done with ease
Will the act of playing God give my dark soul peace?

As a kid I learned my lesson, when you're beaten get back up
As a kid I got a flintlock, when the beating wouldn't stop
I was firing, and thundering and waving all around
I watched them bullies run, by that infernal sound

I am confidence, choice and consequence
All the blisters on my soul
From dreams swallowed whole
They all linger free they are guiding me
They're reaching for the gun, oh
And someone has to go

Every worry since that day got fogged in pistol smoke
Every time the same solution, used my gun when others spoke
My father's and his father's guns, daemons from the past
My history of violence, forever will it last
I am confidence, choice and consequence
All the blisters on my soul
From dreams swallowed whole
They all linger free they are guiding me
They're reaching for the gun, oh
And someone has to go

As a grown man I keep fighting, I keep fighting to what end
As a grown man with a cold heart, down to Satan I'll descend
I start crying, wish for dying, wish for that young boy to see
I start wondering what good that gun has ever done for me

Could them bullies be forgiven, could we learn to walk away
Could we turn this path of vengeance, before it leads astray
Can we change, will we change, to be loved and love again
Will this history of violence let us grow to better men

I am confidence, choice and consequence
All the blisters on my soul
From dreams swallowed whole
They all linger free they are guiding me
They're reaching for the gun, oh
And someone has to go