So sorry son

you're worrying your mother

No explanation's gonna

make it seem alright

Young boy, listen to your father

It's more than just your life,

it's more than suicide

How does it feel?

When you're looking down the barrel

of a loaded gun...

Tell me how it feels



Did you see your life

Flash right before your eyes?

Stop playing games and get

Yourself up off the floor

young boy,

We’re going to send you to the lions

The men all dressed in white,

When you became undone

How does it feel

When I might have brought you up

but you are not my son



So many times I tried to bring

You up you brought me down

I won't consider you again

Stop looking at me like you care

I worked my fingers to the bone

I'm not your father or a friend

You might have lived here once but this is not your home

Tell me how it feels



You didn't mean much to me

I didn't plant the seed

I'm not your father

Cause you didn't turn out right

Young boy

We’re gonna feed you to the fire

It's more than just your life,

It’s more than suicide



How does it feel?

How does it feel?

How does it feel?

When you're looking down the barrel

of a loaded gun...

Tell me how it feels