Testo Hope Dies Last

I stand with blind eyes in front of the wall! The barrel in my mouth. They're shooting once! They're shooting twice! They shoot again! Three bullets in my head. Your blood is on their hands. The smoke's away, now start to see! Don't you know? Understand! This is the end. Hope dies last! A taste of copper in my throat. The last breath dies away. Love is gone and they killed faith! I want to know! Why a gun is in their hands, whose power beat me up, triggered off and struck me down.