Fimm - TPP Lyrics

And here again, a boring day,
Winter's cold, a storm at play.
Two set out, a path to find,
To grasp the truth that place might hide.

The barrel to my head will say,
The truth I've missed along the way.
It tells me how to play the game,
A life that's nothing but a flame.

I hear afar the wheels that grind,
A gunshot sparks my broken mind.
Through hardships here, my fate to see,
To end it all, it's destiny.
What lies ahead, we'll never know.
The cursed station, why'd we go?

The barrel to my head will speak,
The truth of life, so cold, so bleak.
It shows me not to just exist-
To think ahead, not live amiss.