Shoot

 

Shoot shoot shoot, he’s already dead

I bet you're proud and felt so brave to put a gun up to his head

Shoot shoot shoot, thrive upon the fear

Close your eyes and shut it out, put a finger in your ear


You’re on time to make it, you’re on time to win

Born to breed in chaos, born to kill your kin

You’d never make a soldier, no Angel from with

Your just a mauling dog off a leash,  raiding every bin, so…

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