Shotgun Memories

Very little their sons they can do

On the run from the hell they will face

And they're beating, beating from their needs

Stretched out skin, heart burns the turnkey

And they're dying

What you read

Moments from the end

And they're dying

From their wine

Proof that they're dead

Whisper, you're feeding the brain

Information, what you read today

Olive oil, rubbed from the trees

Heard in the distance, Shotgun Memories

Banner air of angel's desperate wings

Boy these boys can fly

Brought together for the summer sing

Diplomas hang from the laurels they've achieved

Every man forgets their mastery

Pass the rage in their direction

Shoot the coils from your veins

Snap of faith with indecision

Load the gun, disdain the game