| Pain and suffering fall on the mortal world
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| The life you’re given is your living hell
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| Brought up on tumultuous times
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| Accumulation of this the killing crime
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| Gunsmoke blazes, glochs crack
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| Casket encases, bodies stack
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| Kill for the stature of this game
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| Yearn to kill or learn to die lame
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| Drugs or money, not always the main cause
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| It’s how many lives snuffed outside of the law
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| To not take a life is your life lost
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| Load in the rounds, take a victim down
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| Claiming his ground
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| Never doubt your gun, just get the deed done
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| Claim your trophy in blood
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| For drugs or for war, or the lust of the sport
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| Attention to the poor
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| GUNPLAY!
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| Spray of the shot, lead lands hot
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| Ending the game on the coroner’s cot
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| Taking of lives, ignoring the cries
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| Only the coldest survive!
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| Fear of a world turned dark with despair
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| Any way out other than violence is all too rare
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| Only way to win is take the other one out first
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| The unbridled violence is this modern day curse
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| WAR — ZONE!
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| Gunsmoke blazes, glochs crack
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| Casket encases, bodies stack
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| Kill for the stature of this game
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| Yearn to kill or learn to die lame
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| Spray of the shot, lead lands hot
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| Ending the game on the coroner’s cot
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| Taking of lives, ignoring the cries
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| Only the coldest SURVIVE! |