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