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Shots

are you afraid of death,
or do you just want to save your own hide?
are you afraid of sin,
or are you just afraid to speak of it?
a ghostly figure walks the halls
no one helps the screaming children
if ignorance is bliss
then this hell is fucking paradise

one shot, two shot, three shot, four
everybody!, everybody!
hit the floor
five shots, six shots, seven shots, more
bye-bye, till the next life


the gun man says he has a plan
though he's not much into politics
it's not about wrong or rights
guess that's the way things are
when you're the one on the trigger
they will try to examine his mind
give reason to the unreasonable
truth is there is no excuses

one shot, two shot, three shot, four
everybody!, everybody!
dying at this bomb ass party
five shots, six shots, seven shots, more
run-run, run away


something in her eyes looks a little like love
with a hint of "please, oh God no"
maybe it's desperation
after all she's not the one
with a ounce of hope
just pray to the heavens, Angel
the world is always changing
just never with it's raging
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