BULLETS

Bullets, bullets Fuck there everywhere
Bullets, bullets you can smell them in the air
The gun powder the black smoke see it in my hair
Like snow but the opposite so suffocating and full of dispair
The moms that are crying
The dads that are fighting
the children growing up ruthless and uncaring violent little assholes who smille at others as they're dying laughing at the beatings of innocent people on the streets
Also a corrupt government to back it up
Can't you taste the nuclear warfair?
It's a bitter foul rotten taste such of decomposing suage under time square
One word and the world's a living nightmare