In A Hail of Deadly Bullets

There is no determination
On hate I thrive to avoid oblivion

Faithless, there is still blood on the floor
It's so authentic you better just admit it
Endlessly pursuing the dark that lies in you
Smothering on the failure of others

A threnody we bare witness to

This is the last time
We ride after gold
Burning forever in the sky

Every time I fight for revolution
A part of me is dying
My youth is lost
In a hail of deadly bullets

In a hail of deadly bullets

This is the last time
We ride after gold
Burning forever in the sky

Every time I fight for revolution
A part of me is dying
My youth is lost
In a hail of deadly bullets

Of all the others

A threnody inside these infinite structures