VERSE 1
I round a corner,
A silenced whip crack.
A bullet flying from a faceless stranger.
A look to cut through, it's like a weapon.
I have a feeling now My lifes in danger.

CHORUS
When the scene came crashing
they were leaving me for dead,
but the gun aimed at my face don't match the bullets in my head.
And I was sick of losing, living, lying here alone.
And you've a knack for violence now that few have ever known.

VERSE 2
To pass it by now, or dare to lok back.
A killing blast is waiting, loaded.
Path to a hand-out; all scarred in feedback.
I closed my eyes just as the world exploded.

VERSE 3
I round a corner,
don't dare to look back,
for fear of coming face to face with danger.
We growing bolder,
it fades to pitch black.
I'm falling victim to a wayward stranger.