The fool behind the trigger,
makes you so much bigger
as it gives you control.
But the power of it all,
it will soon take your soul.

Another soul for your crime,
another body for the grave.
To deny authority,
in this now faded reality,
is what your mind depraves.

Behold the end of age,
in the chambers eye.
Locked and loaded,
some may live,
some may die.

The power to take life,
lies in dangerous hands.
Your twisted will,
you shoot to kill,
dead bodies across the land.