Arm Your Lovers

Arm your friends
Arm your collegues
Arm your lovers
Arm the class

We're not here to build some sort of time machine
We fulfil our losts ones revenge fantasies

Nagant in the doorway
Unrest in the street
Another long dark winter
With no rest from the heat
Take stock of every round
Count them all by fives
To have and to hold
And protect what's mine



Credits
Writer(s): Everett Hall
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