As the chamber ejects the last casing
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and the smoke like a snake slithers its way to the sky,
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behold believers the effects of Grandfather's arsenal
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reflected in the dark pools collecting in the quad.
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Bang, bang, the bullets fly.
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Bang, bang, watch the bullets fly.
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They pulled the trigger,
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but you put the gun in their hands.
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As the ex-lover rejects the thought of it ending and her cry,
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more a scream, breaks the silence of the night,
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behold believers the effects of a temporary rage
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reflected in his dark steel flashing crimson filigree.
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Fourty times more likely to hurt; fourty times more likely to kill.
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31,000 in ?8; ?9 to now how many more?
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Sales over responsibility - the American way?
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How many more?
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Their blood is on your hands.
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All For God, And A Gun For All
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| Thought Riot |
