Life by the gun

Picture by ~BabylonTheGreat found at [link]

Life by the gun never knowing who to trust
All we say can be turned in jest
Beauty we meet always wondering who they are
Because never truely know if placed they were
Never fully naked any of us become
Always carry baggage something we run from
But who we run to that is the question they want
And use they will any georgous cunt
So on we live in loneliness more crazy we can get
Life surrounded by death trying to avoid being considered bigot
Because if others think that's true never can we sleep sound
Always have to step light so softly on the ground
Listening always for that snap of dry twig in distance
Forever forced to fence just to continue existance
Wondering if some bug on computer is them trying to attack
Forever wondering if we can go back
And live life another way but as long as we were true
To all we value it's the crazies out there who are trying to follow through
So we sit in loneliness watching who we talk to
And coress our guns because only they are true