Ash rain down, every hit a confession, Fingers scorched, breathing bullets, no discretion. I ride the smoke like a war in my chest, Machine guns whisper, put my demons to the test Cracks in the night scream louder than my pulse, Sparks in my lungs, adrenaline convulse. Shadows dance over broken glass and veins, I carve my own path through the chaos and flames. Chain smoke and machine guns, fire in my wake, Every breath a rebellion, every shot I take. Heartbeat like artillery, ripping through the sun, Chain smoke and machine guns, I’ll never run.
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