August 21, 2010, 3:50 PM
Let those bullets fly
As you try to touch the sky,
Try to keep the sun from blinding your sight,
Shots fired by fright.
The bodies hit the floor
As you try to even the score,
Let your rage consume you,
Because now they are out for you too.
Your situation is your own,
As you venture into the unknown,
Try to loose your identity and shed,
For now your antics are going to leave you dead.
As you try to touch the sky,
Try to keep the sun from blinding your sight,
Shots fired by fright.
The bodies hit the floor
As you try to even the score,
Let your rage consume you,
Because now they are out for you too.
Your situation is your own,
As you venture into the unknown,
Try to loose your identity and shed,
For now your antics are going to leave you dead.
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