Blindfolds Off

Countdown starts from three...
 
I kid you not. See?  
A trigger-happy firing squad,
this is it for real. We’re caught.
 
Make way for the tears, because without spilling them for years there’s a lot.
 
Just stare into my eyes forcing me to do the same my love.  
Let’s pretend death is progression so no amount of fear’ll be enough.
 
This situation is tough. I wish it’d be different but hell, it’s not.
 
There’s slim chance in heaven for us you know?
Sorry to spill the beans like that but what’d you expect? A three-eyed crow?
 
More like lucy’s fiery muppet show. Face-melting comedy on the first row.  
Except for the temperature it’s an all-time low.
 
Our fate post mortem depends on religious boredom?  

What does that even mean?
We’re equal. When in pain we scream.  
There’s no difference in our species, only similarities beyond the seam.
 
Not a step further.
They’ll get away with perfect murder.  
No matter how loud the screams, they’ll say no-one ever heard her.
 
A class A burden. No tool’s wretched enough to hurt em.  
Imagine 9 inch nails through your sternum. I can hear your stomach turning.
 
Our past hasn’t prepared us for this my love.
So i guess we’ll learn as we go. Act tough.
 
My last words won’t be heard since they don’t mean a thing to you.
My last words are incapable of describing what we’ve been through.
So instead i’ll pretend this is all a bad joke.
 
Our future is electric. Our future is woke.