On The Tip Of A Gun

Bloody, my body
On the tip of a gun
I shot it and and dot it
My peace and all that’s gone
My mission, always was to get some kind of permission
Admission to be in the front commission
Affliction, transition to be in the audition
Shooting every single bullet of my ammunition
Even thought the things got hard
I’ve got my self torn into pieces apart
Felt like a ping pong game, but the ball was my heart
And everyone thinking I was the one living smart
I submerged under the surface
And kept myself thinking on all the great days
But the days ain’t great no more, there’s no taste
You can tell this just by looking on my face
Bloody, my body
On the tip of a gun
I shot it and and dot it
My peace and all that’s gone
Bloody, my body
On the tip of a gun
Bloody, my body
On the tip of a gun
I shot it and and dot it
My peace and all that’s gone
Bloody, my body
On the tip of a gun
I shot it and and dot it
My peace and all that’s gone