Trigger

Walking south along the river

Never had he found that twist of pleasure

Remembering times when they were younger

Setting the town on fireAnd watching as his fellow friends

Fell apart in the wake

Claiming it was all just a mistake

When his finger pulled the trigger

And he shot everyoneIt was all just a mistake

When he shot everyoneNothing will stand in the way

When hunger hasn't eaten for days

Scrounges around where the ends meet

Then disappears into the frayHe hopes for a while he'll reconcile

The pain that never dies

The ghosts of his family constantly

Gnawing at his insidesHe pulls out a worn photo

And an old handmade gun

Wishes it was he who was frying

When he set the whole town on fireHe walks off crying

He shot everyone