Life can be pretty hard
When you're caught in the crossfire of a mob war
And science has to rebuild you
But now your body is entirely comprised of guns
Who will kiss your gun lips
Rest a hand on your gun hip
Brush a few stray strands of gun behind your other gun
(the latter gun in that last line being what is now your left ear)
No one will
And I think that says something about society
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