'X' on the gun,
you fire and run.
Stones like rain,
you fire again.

You chose that way,
and now you pay.
Pay the price for life,
like sliced butter by a hot knife.

Reality burns your soul.
On the emotions you scarcely controll.
Then exactly when you return home to hide,
your amotions burst outside.

You chose that way,
and now you pay.
Pay the price for life,
like sliced butter by a hot knife.

One second to think,
not enough time to blink.
The look before the final breath.
You play the game of death.

You chose that way,
and now you pay.
Pay the price for life,
keep in mind your children and wife.