Militarie Gun
All Roads Lead To The Gun
Can't seem to get out
Can't seem to get far away
In some form of punishment
I must stay
You leave me bound
You leave me stuck
What could I have done?
Enough, it is enough
I need to find something
I need to pull my brain
From accent to ashes
The dust in my lungs
Won't cough it up, won't cough at all
It seems a struggle I can't fault
When it leads to the gun
Need to pull back and adjust
When it ceases being fun
Run