Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Under the Gun, artist - Fallstar. Album song Future Golden Age, in the genre Пост-хардкор
Date of issue: 07.12.2015
Record label: Rat Family
Song language: English
Under the Gun |
If f-18's are doves, |
and M-16's are love, |
then peace is not at all what I thought it would be |
I’m tired of hearing 'bout another bomb. |
Another drone ripping a family apart. |
I’m sick of safety at expense of the weak. |
I hate Democracy speech by Oligarchy regimes. |
I’m pissed that money is the ruler of man. |
I’m pissed we’re separate and so distracted. |
I’m pissed that no one ever really cares or understands all blood is our blood. |
Hate. |
Hate, |
but we’re calling it love. |
Love. |
Love, |
but it looks like war. |
They say, |
«Don't think. |
You just need to believe.» |
May my voice be the bomb at the belly of the beast. |
But my heart is aching. |
And my mind is racing. |
You know we’re under the gun. |
Is it too late to love? |
Too late to wake up? |
Can’t take from me. |
My agency means everything to me. |
Cannot take my will. |
I’m sick of funding other people’s greed. |
Out taxes paying for their acid rain and barium. |
I hate our system that hates the poor and the laws that protect oppressors I |
deplore. |
I’m hella sick of being told I’m watched. |
They hear and record my calls. |
I’m so pissed with how we’ve treated our home. |
I want my children to be born into a beautiful world. |
But my heart is aching. |
And my mind is racing. |
You know we’re under the gun. |
Is it too late to love? |
Too late to wake up? |
But my heart is aching. |
And my mind is racing. |
You know we’re under the gun. |
Is it too late to love? |
Too late to wake up? |
We’re fit to be sold, |
do what we’re told, |
work to the bone until we grow old. |
We’re taught to become bitter and cold. |
Put your head down while they eat you. |
We’re fit to be sold, |
do what we’re told, |
work to the bone until we grow old. |
We’re taught to become bitter and cold. |
Put your head down while they eat you. |
But my heart is aching. |
And my mind is racing. |
You know we’re under the gun. |
Is it too late to love? |
Too late to wake up? |
But my heart is aching. |
And my mind is racing. |
You know we’re under the gun. |
Is it too late to love? |
Too late to wake up? |