free bullets for those who are in pain
life of a rebel is wasted in vain
& you wish you could be free
& you wish you could foresee...
yourself & your life binding u like a chain.
free masks for those who can't go deep
free pillows for those who can't sleep
free advises from those who can't feel
no one is fake but a very few are real...
its always a bullet that leaves the gun's tip.
free bullets for those who could not live
free ride for those who want to leave
& you wish you did know nothing but breath
& you wish you could know life is slow death...
eating you alive with no guilt.