Point/Counterpoint - Streetlight Manifesto

i’ve got a gun in my hand but that gun won’t cock
my finger’s on the trigger but that trigger seems locked
and i can’t stop staring at the tick tock clock
and even if i could i would never give up
with a vest on my chest and a bullet in my lung
i can’t believe i’m dying with my song unsung
so if and when i die won’t you bury me alone?
because i’ll never get to heaven if i’m singing this song: