Lyrics Under the Gun - Comaniac

Under the Gun

The cold herald the fall
And with the fall I see the loss of my own self-composure again
Like the father told his son
Find ground just before you spawn
Frozen is the land how will I find my long gone home
Under pressure
Melting ice can’t clean the wound that set the spirit free
Dead end danger
Cold are the tears of purity
Run
False freedom, I’m under the gun
Run
The hunt quits to seek a place in the sun
But sunset has been long gone
My disease, my degree of disability
Preserves the sun just for a blink
The seasons stop, the hunt goes kill
Avoid what you call reality
The dream is hosting endlessly
Under the spell I keep drifting away
With empty hands and pain in my face