Archaic and untouched
But completely loaded
Ready to explode all over
Picking it on up, I place it over my quivering shoulder
And take dastardly aim
‘Til those bullets come raining down, one manic metallic after the other
He said that he really didn’t care, this the thing he may just have deserved
He’d written the script in the very first place
Ill-equipped and utterly deserving, I served him his death-sentence
No time for any kind of repent
Bloodied and dripping, one ounce at an agonising time
So far from sublime, it came with no amount of shame
Down upon a jagged heart
This the very instrument which will forever set us apart
Liquefied, solidified
No such place to hide… ever again!!