Armalite - MEYTAL, Clint Lowery

Does it make you nervous

Does it make you wince

Are you full of fire

Are you not convinced

There’s a reason to run

There’s a reason to stay

If you’re taking the stun

The price is paid

When you feel like giving up

Put your hands up to the sky

You’re the trigger I’m the gun

You decide

Armalite

I hope you can keep me safe tonight

I’m tired and alone

Wrong or right

I hope you can keep me alive

‘Cause I feel like I’m fading

It’s a dark dilemma

Made of hardened steel

You can hide forever

And remain concealed

Every second of wait

Is a moment of waste

Every semblance of hate

Shows on your face

When you feel like giving up

Put your hands up to the sky

You’re the trigger I’m the gun

You decide

Armalite…

Buried deep in your soul

Is a map to the light

Every mine in that hole

Tears apart what you find

I am the gateway to nowhere

Follow the voices inside of me

I am the chaos in the air

Breathing in insanity

Armalite…