Artillery

Death is life
I bow down in the dust of what we came from
Silly rules of life determinate my deathstyle
I can see the lies of what you came from
So easy to read like a spoiled child
My sorrow ends within my wicked silence
Two fisted and bitter to the better end
So come out of your closet, and take what you've been givin
I will stand alone and I will not repend
If life is real then death is an illusion
If pain is life I'm lost in life's confussion
If life is real then death is an illusion
If love is hope then love is what we choose from now
With a wire straight from hell's foaming mouth