Bullets are firing,
People are dying,
Bodies are burning,
Turmoil churning.
With no faith in a life full of war.
When everybody is breaking the law.
As poisons become easier to obtain,
Guns and weapons, this lifestyle remains.
Because of this I'll step up in faith,
I'll strife to break from every ball and chain.
A war, I was chosen to fight.
I'll get diploid, fire guns, and maybe steal life.
As it drains my soul from my body and mind,
I can't control myself, I cant even hide,
I've lost every ounce of my messed up mind.
I'll come back from it all broken inside.
Fighting demons of fear , not ever being sound of mind.
I had so much love inside me,
Now, its M.I.A,
With every life killing bullet,
Its faded away.
And now as it's to small to see,
It seems I have only one option,
To let the demons that broke me, kill me.
