'Blood becomes stains. The very life, lying in our veins'

'Blood becomes stains. The very life, lying in our veins'

You can hold a gun to my ear.
But a shot wont be the last thing I hear.
I refuse to be killed by the democrats.
The decleration of rights, will take my life. Your laws are flawed and the death of me shall come right from the heart of your country.

I can't breath, as I choke on the air.
I can't breath, as my words are lost.
I can't feel, as I am numb.
Is this the end?

Shaped steel, will steal my life.
Many have been lost to a world full of lies. Who can stop the madness, when the sick are running the show? Who is there, when the people that claim they are the best, are really just the rest?

Will god show his true colours?
Will god save me now?
I'll be on my fucking knees.
But only because a gun is being held to my head.

Blood stains the hands of the violent.
We repel the command to do wrong, yet we seek to please only ourselves.
Who will sought riches in the end?
And who will find happyness.
We mistake comfort for happyness, we mistake love for lust. We miss take our whole lives.