Every choice demands, a certain flexibility
Some compromise, a genuflection
Just yield to the muzzle
(Seven breaths left inside)
A silver moth is captured in my head
One more fall to take before I'm dead again
I'm punctured, I'm bleeding
What to do if this bullet flies today?
So consequence has plans
The rights and wrongs, the ups and downs
A siren / A cursor
Just yield to the muzzle
Seven breaths left inside
Stand your meters aside
The ballistics must be calculated
Somewhere for you to hide
Some things you can't anticipate
The darker irony works
Call it whatever you may,
But for testing it was you, who swallowed,
The flexible bullet today