COLD BLUE STEEL


COLD BLUE STEEL...
IN MY HAND....
NOTHING IN MY HEART....
THE TRIGGER FINGER...
EASES BACK...
SURELY, THIS IS NOT MY PART...
I SAVE THE BULLET...
FOR ONE MORE DAY...
SOME DAY DOWN THE ROAD...
AS LONG AS I'VE GOT TODAY...
A GRIP ON LIFE I HOLD.

BUT NOW WHAT ?



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