I Was Born With a Gun To My Head

The hatred that I feel
Is born within this shell
The only redemption I have
Dwells within

I was born with a gun to my head
The chamber’s loaded and there’s nowhere to run
Bullets forged by a malcontent cycle of life
I’ve disfigured all within that’s beautiful

I’m losing grip on all that’s real and I begin to lose my mind
Where is my sanity?
Where is my sanity?
Running circles trapped inside a cage
Will you release me?
Oh God, release me!

I was born with a gun to my head
I was born with a gun to my head
I was born with a gun to my head
The chamber’s loaded and the time has come

Some people are born into tragedy

I need to find a way out of this hell
Is this an oppression of the mind?
Or maybe it’s something else

I feel you creeping upon me
Your claws digging deep in my skull
I will fight you with the strength of the one who died for me

I will fight
I will fight

He sends his demons in disguise
But we will not be deceived
They tear at our mind
But we will rip out their throats

I’m losing grip
Where is my sanity?