Lyrics Bolt Gun - Cloud Rat

Bolt Gun

…The rising heat of a blistering cell, pulsating
Brass teeth that gnaw and grind
A collared neck that is raw
A woman alone holding a child
Playing unharmed and sweet
Fungus that evolves into the next type of species
Radiation silence.
Aging man in a chair
Violence.
Mourning.
Courage.
Resistance
Rupture the lungs.
Bolt gun to the temple
Endless sips from my glass of water
«I lay there again
Drops of sweat slowly sliding from my hairline.»