A ballad for guns.

The enemy has come out

A little late, on her time

She's had her eye on that weapon

She just needed you to use it on

This is her last goodbye

And then you'll choke

Your seed is not a plant

And it does not need you

Fitting molds with your life away

So desperate to escape

Why would you stay?

Go away

You say nothing, because you're not afraid

I'm busy now, because you have been played

We're running, because you're not afraid

It's busy and risky, because you have been played

I'm glad to see you all breaking down

You were laughing but now you're out of breath

Without your contents

Or your fine sense

For your control of your future.

Then why did you replace the light bulb when you knew this one would just burn out?

Put your hope in your hands

Or in your case, between your thighs

And guide your city skies

You've achieved temporary success

Now please give it a rest

You call your pain art

While you see in the dark

You left behind a small world

And now you want back in

Things got rough

And you've stained your skin

I applaud the inevitable

Why not play on it's side?

On the other hand, why bother?

If you are liked, then you are rewarded.

But despite your efforts, it will hurt you if you're in it's way.

Inevitable

Always keeping secrets

So very spoiled

Everything you want will happen

You think for no others

And this is accepted

I'd love to see you engulfed in flames.