Guilty

I'm waiting to hear the truth, how could you do this?
Cooperate and talk to me, give me every little detail
I need anything from you
I need anything from you
So take a seat, dig, dig, dig, dig
Like we go around the table, let me know what you think
You open your eyes, there's no way to hide
Gathered by the wall to make you lose your fucking mind
Baptized, baptized, jackets fly low
No concept of time, no concept of flow
You don't see but you're blind, you don't feel but you find
I'm not letting you die

I'll make you proud of me
Every day loading up the same gun
Pressure's on, pressure's on
You're so pathetic
But I'll make you proud of me
Every day loading up the same gun
Pressure's on, pressure's on

I'm pleading guilty for all charges
What's the point of me? I'm sorry for anything
I'm sorry for anything
Charges, what's the point of me? I'm sorry for anything
I'm sorry for anything
I'm pleading guilty for all charges

Every day I put this barrel to my tongue
I finally finished my job
Every day I put this barrel to my tongue
I finally finished my job

I'm pleading guilty for all charges
What's the point of me? I'm sorry for anything
I'm sorry for anything
Charges, what's the point of me? I'm sorry for anything
I'm sorry for anything
I'm pleading guilty for all

An empty soul sits alone in a chair
With a loaded gun in front of a mirror
A blank canvas shook behind his head
With his finger on the trigger, he's campaigning his death