You bite the bullet and you're free.
Free from anxiety and fears.
It's your escape, your way to flee,
Your way forget about the tears.

When your surroundings are dark,
And getting darker by the moment,
And life is not stroll in the park,
And alcohol just makes you to vomit.

Then you pick up your trusty gun
And everything is so clear!
You pull the trigger and you're gone
And all this shit will disappear.