Face the Gun
Lightning haze
Zig zags in roads
Wake up with your black hearts
Fight the animals
This is the testimony
Of the young at war
Dwelling on the conflict
Thinking, maybe tomorrow'll never come
As they face the gun
Their black gold eyes
Understated the power of politic
Wish we could rewind all the rhetoric
That they've claimed and sold
While the fools rule in praise
The globe has warmer days
I lift my fist to find the solace
Fight twisted tongues with stardust
And hope that love will save us
As we face the gun
Ridge's power is set
Under guises of false security (just for)
Understand (all this to say)
We're taking on mr. orwell's master plan
Take my hand
Hold on because the turbulence is ahead
Or face the gun