when the rain of bullets starts to spray
send our love, think and pray
there is nothing that we can do more
we adore, blood and gore
I can hear the sounds of violence
long before, it begins
see it, feel it in the here and now
you and I, we know how
it is others that lay on the floor
long as it isn't me, isn't you
we ignore it, we have this technique
and besides, we are weak
Author notes: Kind of a Marylin Manson take on Sway
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