Letra de Hung High, Weapons Drawn

Drop down to the floor Face into the ground Hear the loading of my pistol Fear the firing sound Twitching fear washes over you And there's nothing you can do There are still two left alive Who dies next? You chose! You want to kill youself We refuse you the right You die when we saw you day And dig into the night At last in the dead of night Three of us get to see some fight From a slumbered state you rise And stare back into our cold dead eyes You smile but struggle to load the gun We watch you fail Come on, kill us you coward! You aim at me Blood running down your face You struggle. You stagger. You miss Fall into your grave The one you dug your own From now until the end of time This shallow hole your home And to the end of time From the end of time A slave into your grave! Until the end of time Submit now So fucking die So fucking die Fucking die! Fucking die!