Flesh And Metal

Take your gun and dress it up
Make love with it until you find
Your cold, hard heart now believes
This weapon bleeds warm within your mind

No rights, no reasons, no sense
You no longer comprehend reality
Just dance your mistress to the tune
Of unrestrained and irrevocable finality

On the day when truth finds you
Revealing the horrors you must eat
No weapon created will grant salvation
For one who worshiped only death and deceit

Lora Frikken ~ 4-18-07