| Lyrics: | Pain and suffering fall on the mortal world.
The life you're given is your living
hell.
Brought up on tumultuous times.
Accumulation of this the killing
crime.
Gunsmoke blazes, glochs crack.
Casket encases, bodies stack.
Kill for
the stature of this game.
Yearn to kill or learn to die lame.
Drugs or money, not always
the main cause.
It's how many lives snuffed outside of the law.
To not take a life is your
life lost.
Load in the rounds, take a victim down, claiming his ground.
Never doubt
your gun, just get the deed done, claim your trophy in =
blood.
For drugs or for
war, or the lust of the sport, attention to the =
poor.
GUNPLAY!
Spray of
the shot, lead lands hot.
Ending the game on the coroner's cot.
Taking of lives, ignoring
the cries.
Only the coldest survive!
Fear of a world turned dark with
despair.
Any way out other than violence is all too rare.
Only way to win is take the
other one out first.
The unbridled violence is this modern day curse.
WAR -
ZONE!
Gunsmoke blazes, glochs crack.
Casket encases, bodies stack.
Kill for the
stature of this game.
Yearn to kill or learn to die lame.
Spray of the shot, lead
lands hot.
Ending the game on the coroner's cot.
Taking of lives, ignoring the
cries.
Only the coldest SURVIVE |
