My enemies were closing.
But I, I with my fingers posed on the trigger
Feeling the same need as my onlookers,
I let the bullets sail.
Each one tears through time, It's target definite and true.
Determination propels them towards my onlookers,
the same determination posessed by my onlookers
and I.
They're closer now, but their number is low.
Three on the left, more approach from ahead.
My clip runs dry, as does my thirst.
A fresh clip for my gun, and day's-old scotch for my
thirst.
My thoughts refocus on my now closer onlookers.
Panic is present within my thoughts, but I remain neutral.
Noise erupts from the chamber, flashes luminate the barrel.
The clip in my gun is being emptied again,
each bullet still as successful as it's followers.
One on the left, more approach from the right.
Despite the odds, my guns fires evermore.
But I, I with my fingers posed on the trigger
Feeling the same need as my onlookers,
I let the bullets sail.
Each one tears through time, It's target definite and true.
Determination propels them towards my onlookers,
the same determination posessed by my onlookers
and I.
They're closer now, but their number is low.
Three on the left, more approach from ahead.
My clip runs dry, as does my thirst.
A fresh clip for my gun, and day's-old scotch for my
thirst.
My thoughts refocus on my now closer onlookers.
Panic is present within my thoughts, but I remain neutral.
Noise erupts from the chamber, flashes luminate the barrel.
The clip in my gun is being emptied again,
each bullet still as successful as it's followers.
One on the left, more approach from the right.
Despite the odds, my guns fires evermore.
