With a gun pointed at your head
Your life flashes through your eyes
Memory after memory
They just fly away
No time to think or despise
With a world of hatred
Crime
Lost hope
Young children selling dope
Global warming
And poverty
All these things make you drop to your knees
A thousand promises that never seemed to help me before
A hundred less and I would stumble till I found the back door
With nothing left to think I'd proably sit around and ignore
All the bad things
That make you wanna pull out your hair
All the nightmares
You cant believe that your even here
All the desperate cries
That never seem to dissapear
