guns in my hand

the sorrow and hate layers the air

your fingers twitching

this isnt far

everyones dieing

the shadows have grabbed them

takin them in

forcing them to the underworld

everythings gone drifted

but not free

but you still cant see

the war is over

the other side won

but to you

its fun

to keep killing

keep hurting

till you have won

your trust has lost

your fake not really real

but you have to steal

everything we had

even the people

standing to the side

killing them with you harsh tide

its time to say goodbye

were drifting away we need to fight

everyones gone

out of sight

but i stand still on ground

i dont drift to her grasp

but then again im the last

to stand guns in my hand