Hold a gun to my head Am I better off dead? You know You know it’s not the same Hold a gun to my head Am I better off dead? My family is leaving me with angel wings Wake up My mind induced escapes me Don’t you try to make me I don’t want to walk the thin red line of right and wrong Your bombs they come to break us Destroy the voice that made us But I just want to live My family is leaving me with angel wings
