When I pull the trigger we'll stop being here
A sharp dial tone curling up in your ear
The man in the mask is behind the first door
He knows what I'm doing, but I'm not so sure
The beast on my back can not be set aside,
If I'm going down he's along for the ride
The light of the lantern is calling to me
It's significant now, as it ever will be
It's this lacking of time, has set me on edge
Each unpassed moment that's burning my head
This isn't the middle, the end or beginning

Only the slow, silent ceasing of spinning.

This isn't the middle, the end or beginning
Each unpassed moment is burning my head
This lacking of time that has set me on edge
Is significant now as it will ever be
The light of the lantern is calling to me
If I'm fading out it's along for the ride
The beast on my back can not be cast aside
It knows what I'm doing, but I'm not so sure
A man in a mask is behind the first door
The sharp dial tone curling up in his ear

When I pull the trigger, we'll stop being here.