Can you feel the rude enigma falling all around
Breathing in disease and air without making a sound.
All we need to do.
Forget the seasons that bring you down lets drink the evening away for we must remember that for some God is the gun.
Can you see the lonely neighbor harvesting the ground Sleeping while he's waiting for the sun to go down.
All he needs to do
Live all the days out only cuz he might surrender to the night.
He must remember that for some God is the gun.