Militarie Gun - All Roads Lead To The Gun

Can’t seem to get out
Can’t seem to get far away
In some form of punishment I must stay
You leave me bound
You leave me stuck
What could I done? Enough it is enough

I need to find something
I need to pull my brain

From accent to ashes
The dust in my lungs
Won’t cough it up won’t cough at all
It seems a struggle I can’t fault

When it leads to the gun
Need to pull back and adjust
When it ceases being fun
Run