I'm about to lose myself again.

My fingers wrapped around the guns are grip on both my hands once barreling up Point it That's the end when it comes time to reload my magazine.

Dad, I feel our of my powder land.

I'm squeezing on the trigger.

I'm not satisfied.

I must be on cloud Victor, we're running over frenemies continually challenge in this strategy unravel in their defense.

It's my duty I called lead a team into the battle is a fire Power blocks around We hear the battle pushing forward Stay aggressive.

Gonna teach his team a lesson We under new land for a tactical perfection our profession or obsession Question closing nowhere You can go.

You get up from my side from us We have you read a collective finger Squeeze the trigger and way to soothe You were not a worldly opponent Just a transient Leave your body rotting at the spike Started popping, acting cocky, firing shots with shoddy super stopping in the lobby How my skills so sick of your kind I'm disappointed in you for you cannot be possible way No.