EP REVIEW: Highway Sniper – The Great Satan
We’re all owned by the type of people that we don’t know.
We’re all owned by the type of people that we don’t know.
Those of us with gods would you mind asking where the hell they have been?
So give me bright ideas.
I promise that my pain won’t be your coffin nail.
I feel like I am nothing.
You fall, you crave a light into the way.
Shadows on the doorframe.
You say you love me while you’re pulling out a loaded gun.
I can hear the angels singing, as I see the world be laid to rest.