A bullet, just one flew by,
That was hollow, the conclusion being a corpse
It was as if daytime within the deep night,
A gift with no sender to be found

Ah, a bullet, just one flew by,
That was hollow, the conclusion being a corpse
It was as if daytime within the deep night,
A gift with no sender to be found
This golden slumber

A rather unpleasant voice, a reason I just couldn't stand,
An antiquary who looks as if they'd escape if a fire were to start, says
"Is it okay if I just cry up a storm?"
A dead body whose sole good point is its diligence knows all of it

Ah, a bullet, just one flew by,
That was hollow, the conclusion being a corpse
It was as if daytime within the deep night,
A gift with no sender to be found

This golden slumber
A monster with no form to be found
Even lies were a means to an end
Golden words that decayed as I brandished my goals
The answer that drips out from this wound inflicted by a less-than-friend's small knife,
Pointed to the golden number

For one -- Once I tie those words together,
Keep holding my hand, until we get to hell
Though being tangled up in all this is just the most awful, worst feeling

An interruption -- I was quick-witted about it
That was a solitary cell, the conclusion being a melting pot
As if a filter within a laboratory,
A gift with no sender to be found

Golden slumber
A monster with no form to be found
Even truth was a means to an end
Golden words that decayed as I brandished my goals
It just doesn't sit right with me
It just doesn't sit right with me
It just doesn't sit right with me
I gave into the things that don't sit right with me

Golden slumber
Right now, I am a monster
Even truth was a means to an end
A number of fitting items for the role of a villain have been prepared
The answer that drips out from this wound inflicted by a less-than-friend's small knife,
Pointed to the golden number

A bullet, just one flew by,
That was hollow, the conclusion being a corpse
It was as if daytime within the deep night,
A gift with no sender to be found

A bullet, just one flew by,
As if a hero, or perhaps a friend
It was as if daytime within the deep night,
The sender unknown until the very end