Another day in the books
as the dust settles overhead;
six feet under looks better
when you’re not dead.
The gunshots ring
as smoke fills the air;
your lungs grow weaker
until you’re not there.
Another day in the books
as the dust settles overhead;
six feet under looks better
when you’re not dead.
The gunshots ring
as smoke fills the air;
your lungs grow weaker
until you’re not there.