What does one see before the maniac pulls the trigger
a tear rolls down his cheek and in that tear lies the solace of every man what was, what is, and what will be
a broken home no one to love only a visitor of grief bear on his shoulders
through the mind we take a tour by way of tear but be forewarned the maniac insists enter at your own risk
for my minds may only play tricks
you'll never see as much sorrow and pain
like that i can end your day of bliss
for i triggered the bullets flee
but lucky for you god was there
to save me from Satan's dare