Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Active Shooter, artist - Forgotten Tomb. Album song Nihilistic Estrangement, in the genre
Date of issue: 07.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Agonia
Song language: English
Active Shooter |
Bitterness, another day, idle fate |
City lights, post-meridian uselessness |
Bar flies on lonely nights |
Neglected streets, a homeless life |
Drifting further, degeneration is at hand |
Fading away |
It’s easier to go astray |
Walking miles tonight |
Where urban darkness |
Has devoured the light |
A wolfpack of lowlives |
Like bees within their hives |
A weapon in my pocket |
To paint with lead these skies |
Drifter on the loose |
High on self-abuse |
I wish you all drop dead |
To stop this dog-days blues |
I’ll pave my way |
Active shooter — Active shooter |
It’s my field day |
Active shooter |
A million lies, betrayed by youth, a bitter truth |
The architecture of this farce crumbling down |
Hands tied, blinded sight, you’re in my trunk |
Driving down the highway |
There’s something on my mind |
Running away |
You thought was easier to downplay |
Driving miles tonight |
Where urban darkness |
Assassinates the light |
The rise of a lowlife |
A bee who’s left its hive |
The barrel at your head |
Will paint with blood these skies |
Drifter on the loose |
High on self-abuse |
I wish you all drop dead |
To stop this dog-days blues |
I’ll pave my way |
Active shooter — Active shooter |
It’s my field day |
Active shooter |
One hell of a night |
Nocturnal breeze smells fine |
Watching the world go by |
Through the glass of my gunsight |
Bitterness, another day, idle fate |
City lights, post-meridian uselessness |
A million lies, betrayed by youth, a bitter truth |
The architecture of this farce crumbling down |
A wolfpack of lowllives |
Like bees within their hives |
A weapon in my pocket |
To paint with lead these skies |
The rise of a lowlife |
A bee who’s left its hive |
The barrel at your head |
Will paint with blood these skies |
Drifter on the loose |
High on self-abuse |
I wish you all drop dead |
To stop this dog-days blues |
I’ll pave my way |
Active shooter — Active shooter |
It’s my field day |
Active shooter — Active shooter |