This may be shocking but there was two and I just couldn't choose. Enjoy.
Having a glock.
Shooting people the head.
Running around the clock.
Just to make sure they are dead.
Shooting with my favorite gun.
Shooting the walking dead.
I don't do this for fun.
As some bullets are made of lead.
Seeing the viper.
I get my men ready.
As she is a sniper.
I make sure I'm steady.
She shoots a swarm.
Her emotions run cold.
Her heart used to be warm.
As so I have been told.
Guns held in hand.
Me and my glock.
We take our stand.
As we fight around the clock.
We are her buddies when she went into our gang.
Bullets start to fly.
Bullets have sang.
Shots heard through the sky.
Having a glock.
Shooting people the head.
Running around the clock.
Just to make sure they are dead.
Shooting the walking dead can be fun.
Just not all the time.
Shooting them with my gun.
After all it ain't a crime.
Shooting with my glock the color of brass.
The viper aims her shot.
Her gun the color of grass.
It was all we got.
Killing to live.
Living to kill.
What more does this world give?
When we got all the skill.
Running and killing to live.
In a group of three.
My glock was all my friend had to give.
We are never free.
Shooting with my glock.
My favorite gun.
Shooting around the clock.
We will never see the sun.
Shooting swarms like fireworks in the sky.
In a world where insanity is the norm.
We are prepared to fly.
We will never conform.
Conform from our goal?
You will certainly die in vain.
We will fix.
Fix what we plan to gain.
We are teaming with the sniper.
Poisoning her bullets to make sure they die.
They call her the viper.
We send her out if they want a tie.
We are a gang with a goal.
Shooting with my friends in a flock.
A goal more valuable than gold and coal.
Shooting zombies with my glock.
Shooting with my glock.
A world of the dead.
Shooting around the clock.
Shooting them in the head.
Seeing the viper.
I get my men ready.
As she is a sniper.
I make sure I'm steady.
She shoots a swarm.
Her emotions run cold.
Her heart used to be warm.
As so I have been told.
Our blood runs cold.
Just as much as her if not more.
We don't have to be told.
We don't care if there is gore.
Hearts beat when they see her and me.
We don't need sight we just need to hear.
As zombies won't let us be.
As blood is what we smear.
Running with parkour skill.
It is something had to learn.
As zombies and humans are what we kill.
A normal world is what we yearn.
A world of black, grey, and white.
It is at best extremely sad.
As we head to our camp site.
As us and the government are mad.
