Under The Gun

You thought it was over, it’s only just begun
Every day will be under the gun

Wait for the shot
Fear for the screams
This day has been the crushing of dreams

Hit to the system
Surge through the veins
Butchered by the shattering screens

Rust is in the corner of my eye
Blinding as hatred continues to fly
Thriving off what little is left of me
Destruction has become jagged and free

Crush of the crowd
Stomping of boots
You will be a powdered soup

Cut to the skin
Sting in the side
Manufactured terror will always arise

Rust is in the corner of my eye
Blinding as hatred continues to fly
Thriving off what little is left of me
Destruction has become jagged and free

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