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by Sheltered
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Load up your guns,
Put the bullet in the chamber,
Point out your barrel,
You and I are strangers.

I pray to him now,
If there's a God in the sky,
Tie that blindfold tightly,
Before I have to look into your eyes.

6 Chambers

Hate.
Lie.
Cheat.
Ignorance.
Death.
Love.

5 Empty.
1 Shot.
Spin the cylinder.
Let's see what we've got.

Pull The Trigger.
Blank.
As usual.


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