Free bullets for those who are in pain
Life of a rebel is wasted in vain
and you wish you could be free
and you wish you could foresee..
yourself and your life binding u like a chain.
Free masks for those who can’t go deep
Free pillows for those who can’t sleep
Free advises from those who can’t feel
No one is fake but a very few are real..
Its always a bullet that leaves the gun’s tip.
Free bullets for those who could not live
Free ride for those who want to leave
and you wish you did know nothing but breath
and you wish you could know life is slow death..
eating you alive with no guilt.