Gun by You Shriek Lyrics
In these, our best years
The formative years
Born of frustration, self denial
A passion too tender to touch
The casual slash in brilliant surges of automatic weapon fire
The target sights are laser ready to strike
Mark blue cold blue
The slice, a shot repeating rounds of ammunition, line of fire
What irony this haven sacred
Even consecrated with holy wine
Is ripped apart and gripped by those who wish me well and say goodbye
And these, our worst fears
A terror flight of trance induction
Pray to keep away from us
The saddest parts that made you cry
Pray to keep away from us
The maddest ones that made you die
I'm sick to death of death and sickened by the sight of you
The sound of you
Consequences, destiny, a trial by fire, a trail of smoke
And so I'm falling
Another angel calling
I don't know why and how you do this
But every day is one more dead
I've lost my faith if I ever had it
And darker still so slow it grows
Inside of me or in the city, as real at times as any other lie
I wish upon my gun
The past few years I've lived in vain
With nightmare dreams of static flux
I'd say I had too much to drink, but you and I know it's not true
And I don't think it matters
So just go away
Get out with your love still intact
Or with your hands tied behind your back
And so I'm falling
Another angel calling
I don't know why and how you do this
But every day is one more dead
I've lost my faith if I ever had it
And darker still so slow it grows
Inside of me or in the city, as real at times as any other lie
I wish upon my gun
The formative years
Born of frustration, self denial
A passion too tender to touch
The casual slash in brilliant surges of automatic weapon fire
The target sights are laser ready to strike
Mark blue cold blue
The slice, a shot repeating rounds of ammunition, line of fire
What irony this haven sacred
Even consecrated with holy wine
Is ripped apart and gripped by those who wish me well and say goodbye
And these, our worst fears
A terror flight of trance induction
Pray to keep away from us
The saddest parts that made you cry
Pray to keep away from us
The maddest ones that made you die
I'm sick to death of death and sickened by the sight of you
The sound of you
Consequences, destiny, a trial by fire, a trail of smoke
And so I'm falling
Another angel calling
I don't know why and how you do this
But every day is one more dead
I've lost my faith if I ever had it
And darker still so slow it grows
Inside of me or in the city, as real at times as any other lie
I wish upon my gun
The past few years I've lived in vain
With nightmare dreams of static flux
I'd say I had too much to drink, but you and I know it's not true
And I don't think it matters
So just go away
Get out with your love still intact
Or with your hands tied behind your back
And so I'm falling
Another angel calling
I don't know why and how you do this
But every day is one more dead
I've lost my faith if I ever had it
And darker still so slow it grows
Inside of me or in the city, as real at times as any other lie
I wish upon my gun