Shots
Ringing all along the borders can be heard
Striking out
Like a venom in the sky
Cutting through the air
Faster than a bird
In the night
Children
Are lost in the sand
Building roads with little hands
Trying to join their father's castles
Together again
Will they make it?
Who knows where or when
Old wounds will mend?
Machines
Are winding their way along
Looking string
Building roads
And bringing back loads and loads
Of building materials
In the night
Men
Are trying to move
The boulders on the ground
Lines between the different spaots that each has found
But back home
Another scene
Was going down
In the night
Lust
Comes creepin'
through the night
To f
Suburban wives
Who learned to pretend
When they met their dream's end
In the night
Shots
I hear shots
I keep hearing shots
I keep hearing shots
I hear shots
Shots
I hear shots
I keep hearing shots
I keep hearing shots
I hear shots
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