Pulling the Trigger

Trying to break free of the hand fate has dealt you, realising that fate has a wicked sense of humour

Caught between the lines of these times/

A storybook of life, love and all my crimes/

Characters condemned to act/

Until the outcome unfolds/

Fates will come and characters go/

Until the stories are finally told/

Till we come to the end of this river’s flow

 

Looking up to a higher power/

But it’s in everything you’ve ever said or done/

Waiting for darkness to come and devour/

Looking from the outside/

God doesn’t watch, God is pointing the gun

 

Cast a spell and aim it skywards/

Take an angry gaze, draw it downwards/

See the roads to hell/run through more than one place/

Good and evil are never easy/

Alliances are born and friendships fade/

Until the pieces are finally moved and we discover all of our own truths

 

Looking up to a higher power/

But it’s in everything you’ve ever said or done/

Waiting for darkness to come and devour/

Looking from the outside/

God doesn’t watch, God is pointing the gun

 

I’m running all the way/

Defying these well worn roads of fate/

I will be the heretic to your gods someday/

Freedom comes from what I create

 

Looking up to a higher power/

But it’s in everything you’ve ever said or done/

Waiting for darkness to come and devour/

Looking from the outside/

God doesn’t watch, God is pointing the gun

 

Looking up to a higher power/

But it’s in everything you’ve ever said or done/

Waiting for darkness to come and devour/Looking from the outside/

God is taking aim; he pulls the trigger of the gun

The End

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