Don’t Wanna Pull The Trigger

The night is coming and calls like a cat in heat
I feel it chumming chumming me to keep the beat
The moon is rising and strutting full of alcohol
My compromising is gutting my resolve
I never needed to bother with the consequence
Always pleaded the altar of the senses
Now I’m walking a straighter crooked line
But the stalking gait is hard to leave behind
I feel the sword of temptation slicing my will
And I feel the bleeding
Soaking through soaking through
It’s bound to be love’s cremation shooting to kill
I hold still
‘Cause I don’t want to pull the trigger
The best intention is paled by the final fall
It’s surely destined to nail me to the wall
And though the honesty is so sincere
I still know the con is feeding on the fear