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The metal stings as it carresses you
The heat burns you to delight
You like it, you like it Ooh
Looks like someone lost the gunfight.

The bullet races through the flesh
At top speed to tear the soul
As Life and death together mesh
but sir I just want more for my bowl.

From limb to limbo my soul is torn
As my heartbeat stops so fast
Woe to the parents from which I was born
My lungs breathe thier last.

The feeling so high the sky so low
The faster I draw the faster they go
The feeling so delicious, I tasted
The faster I draw the faster they're wasted.