Bad guns
The streets are left
I'm alone in this place
It feels like I'm falling
Into a deep space
I am talking
Talking to my hand
I realise I've made a bad choice
To go to the place I went
Can you be sure
I would never do
In your head
What bad guns can do
I'm wasting my time
I spent it to a choice
A choice to break through
Through a wall of noise
Heaven's on the way
Begging for much more
Don't know where my home is
This is what I do it for
Can you be sure
I would never do
In your head
What bad guns can do