Baby, do you know what it's like to die? To see the sparkle fade from inside your eye. I can't remember what it's like to feel autonomy. Can't even feel it in the moments that you left to me. I keep a bullet in the chamber, mocking me. But I don't wanna feel it coming out of me. I don't want-. I spend my hours doing alchemy. I'll mix my yellows and my blues to make a shade of green. Chasing impossible philosophy. And hoping that this poison ain't the death of me.