Gun Control To Stolen Souls

Sounds of fear ring out of control in a world of many stolen souls. I have no hold, no choice, no sense of remorse to feel the lives I've stole. My cold steel avenging lives once yours to hold broken battered bodies splattered on thy floors blood on thy hands gun control a world's demise lives once gifted now stolen senseless Cries for thy mothers and thy fathers as thy bodies turns cold, lives no longer matters. Tears of fear, and generations of anger continues to lurk near as thy guns control more and more lives each year. your cries I hear, thousands of echoes upon my metal. I have no hold of those who control the barrel The gun control bred by past aggression now a world of sin's admission a new generation target of a united suicide mission. Gun control genocide a world fixated on mistaken needs you now forsake the hearts that bleeds killing precious lives, families in despair for the thousands of lives I take each year gun control to the stolen souls By thy barrel many lives were chose By choice were some, while others had none In a world of voices, many words go unspoken As life continues to spiral out of control more and more bodies by my shells left broken. guns placed in non parental hands without parental control, the innocent lives, once yours to behold now stolen souls to gun control.