The sunset glazes over the
Entire town as the sweat
Rolls down my forehead.
The pressure’s on and I’m holding on to no regrets.
So many cowards hiding
Behind for cover.
But not me,
I’ve got something to prove and won’t stop till I get what’s coming to me.
Can’t let go of the past,
After all, it made me the lonely gunsman.
Holding onto my hat,
Only to throw it far away as the duel begins.
Ready…
Set…
Draw.
Fire!
Fire the bullet,
Let the skyline hear
The roar of your resolve.
What is justice?
Sounds like judgment
That you made up,
Justifying your crimes.
We’ve been tied up to this rope
For so long, hanging ourselves
On these false ideals without
Realizing that we’re no better than the bandits.
No better than the crime lords who come to steal from the poor…
Holding on to my pistol,
Ducking and rolling away from the fire
For my dear life.
If atheists die in foxholes, then call me a Christian because I’m in the line of fire.
Are we no better than
The varmints that we’re hiding from?
After all we’ve got the same
Goals with unethical means.
Somebody may ask me why
Protect them after this,
Why live my life in the line of fire for hypocrites.
But a hero never quits… A hero never lets go of
The justice that keeps him going now.
Can’t let go of the justice
That I want to uphold.
The sun starts to set again
As our ideals are put to the test.
The wild west felt like Hell,
But now with the moon hung up in the sky I’m freezing myself out.
Ready…
Aim…
Draw, fire!
Can’t you see it now?
We’re all the same,
We’re all illegal in our own ways.
Living our lives like bandits when it suits our needs.
Unable to let this stick the landing
To our beliefs.
We fire, we aim, we break,
We cave.
And nothing we wish to stand in our way.
I’m aiming my pistol to the sky,
Firing bullets to make my presence known.
We’re all finding our own justice,
Testing them against each other.
It never seems to end.
Never seems to ceasefire.
Does it matter if we’re
On the right or wrong side
Because all I see is
A duel between men who hold no bars.
Prison seems like a small place for the two of us.
But I’m still gripping onto my pistol,
Hoping to fire one last time at ya.
We’re seemingly all varmints these days.
No real change, just sharing the same
Unintentional murderous face.
Giddy up, cowboy.
This is a game for keeps.
And we’re playing until
The one of us gets a full house.
The sun shines one last time
As it finally sets,
Just in time for the two
Of us to settle this score personally.
I’m always in the line of fire,
Doesn’t matter.
Bang! Bang!
Always living with the sweat rolling down my face.
Always living with my life on the line…
The pressure is on and I ain’t leaving
This duel to mere fate.
Draw, fire. Draw, fire.
Only thing that’ll settle the score. Only thing that’ll let this land rest.
Draw… Fire.
Let the skyline hear the roar of bullets.
All for the sake of our justice.
But aren’t we like the rest?
Aren’t we just bandits?
Just look the other way again...
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