look out the window with dreamy eyes. catching a vision of what
once was. in the end we will see the outcome of fates. in the end we
will see. till we can dream again.

there's a cowboy who loves his guns. he is shooting bullets in my
name. i'm an asshole like he's and asshole. we share the same name. i
want to part of it. yet i have no choice. when i say not in my name it
doesn't matter anyway. there's an asshole with a gun and he is
shooting bullets in my name. i might as well be holding the gun