You were talking with the gun,
As it is your god, or lord, or savior.
Every day with the rising sun,
You asked him to make you braver.
You were looking for it's heart,
As if you were soul brothers.
It was cold with you and apart,
It was the same, you were another.
You were talking with the gun,
Like it is a living creature.
As it is your daughter or a son,
With the homogeneous features.
You were talking as if shooting,
Breaking words and breaking bad.
You were killing, you were looting,
Making lovers going mad.
You were talking with the gun,
You was just obsessed and gazing.
It was your love number one,
You was just psycho crazy.