All Roads Lead To The Gun

Can't seem to get out
Can't seem to get far away
In some form of punishment, I must stay
You leave me bound, you leave me stuck
What could I've done? Enough, it is enough

I need to find something
I need to pull my brain

From accent to ashes
The dust in my lungs
Won't cough it up, won't cough at all
It seems a struggle I can't fault

I need to find something
I need to pull my brain
I need to find something
I need to pull my brain

When it leads to the gun
Need to pull back and adjust
When it leads to the gun
Need to pull back and adjust

When it ceases being fun
When it ceases being fun
Run!



Credits
Writer(s): Maximillian Epstein, Ian Shelton, William Acuna, Vince Nguyen, Nicholas Cogan
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link