Disorder

Your words are like guns in the hands
Walking around more dead than everything
Now they are lying looking in the eyes
Now they're smiling while you cry

Pull, this fucking trigger in my face
This fucking trigger on my face
This fucking trigger on my face
This fucking trigger

They're shooting in my dreams
And we are the fallen
There's no defense
We live in this lies

Control denied
Control denied
Control denied
Disorder