Drudge - Black Market Karma

Minus the fears

Loaded into a gun of self doubt and aimed to my ears

And my sleeping dreams were awoke by crashing noise

A truth I don’t wish to know but one for which I’m told to be poised

When the sound had ceased

The crutch was gone on which I’d leaned

Nothing that we craved

Just the things that appeared absent

Life had run it’s course

Passed me by as I reached for safety

My hand without me knowing

That pulled the trigger and took you from me