Ghost Gun

I know you cannot see it...

But there's a gun pointed at my head

It's not that I'm afraid of death
Cause I'm kinda already dead
 
What I mean by that is simply
I've lost track of time;
 
It's a place of no bearings,
I am stunned into a void
I lie and say it is sublime
But in truth I am annoyed
 
It's the gawking of the politicians
While I'm trying to take a piss
 
It's the eye of the paparazzi
While my lady and I kiss
 
And so, sure I have a case of stage fright
Of course I can't perform!
 
This voyeuristic cult's been perving,
Since the day that I was born