The Bullet and the TriggerTick tock like a clock / Digging my own grave / And every time I look / I see we’re getting more depraved
Forever Can Euthanasia a War of BulletsUnable to deal with these 100 little curses / Finger on the trigger / Ready to extinguish the riot within me / With this bullet
I’m not bullet proofThe words are harsh, / The words are cold, / The words are mean, / The words are bold…
Steady on the triggerZane panicked, the building was less than 200 metres away, his head whirled with calculations that all boiled down to one option; now, or n…
Bullet-wordsbombs of the battle / fall from our lips..
bread and circusspent from the blast all guts…splattered ripped through the back…spectators detached and bored
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