Testo Cut The Chord

I can't find a decent handgun thats worth calling my secret weapon
I'm an empty clip when it comes to apologies

It's not like me to wander the streets without fucking direction,
this place we call home is overrated
Desperate measures are what is needed to be made
I'm holding out for something better
Pull the plug, cut the chord

I don't want to be the one you look at for inspiration
I lack what it takes to motivate...

Hey, I'll put my handgun away
if you promise me that there's something more to live for
Hey, I never want to go back, I can never go back

It's not like me!