Pulling the Trigger
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
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