You see me cleaning my gun Or it's sleep and destroy Each day I grow cold A psychological breakthrough Oh, with age I grow weaker From the mistakes I have made Each day I grow cold A psychological breakthrough You see me cleaning my gun Or it's sleep and destroy Each day I grow cold A psychological breakthrough Oh, with age I grow weaker From the mistakes I have made My eyes look so calm I can't find the shame I started somewhere My heart invited intervals I'm so unaware I don't recognize my soul I start to prepare And exercise my principles