Dry Run

Mother, hold me close
Love away the comatose
Mother, this place is cold
Can I trouble your hand to hold?

Sinking feeling, overwhelming
Almost better, not forever
Thoughts are looming, all consuming
Joyless laughter, nothing after

I think this is a dry run
I know it's not for fun
Playing with a loaded gun
Staring down a setting sun

I think this is a dry run
Always feeling on the run
Playing with a loaded gun
Counting down from three to one

Tomorrow become the river
Couldn't wait for the sun
Washing in rays of gold
Never to grow old

Drowning in grey, no words to say
Counting down the moments leading
Hesitation, desperation
Crying laughter, nothing after

I think this is a dry run
I know it's not for fun
Playing with a loaded gun
Staring down a setting sun

I think this is a dry run
Always feeling on the run
Playing with a loaded gun
Counting down from three to one

Wait it out
Will you wait it out? (Wait it out)
Wait it out
Will you wait it out? (Wait it out)

I'm not scared to die
Are you scared to die?
I'm not scared to die
I'm not scared