Young Gun Lyrics

Two thirds insane

The struggle just to maintain

Is harder by the day

Love and hate coalesce in how he makes his way

Reconstruction of self to go the distance

Anticipation of what reward the risk brings

Throwing caution to the wind

Then with both clenched fists

Straight into the abyss

Blueprint set out, drawn up and played out

Form up or move along

They mark their lives by blurring the lines between right and wrong

Then try to find idle minds to be weaponized

Portray themselves as the figure to be idolised

Blind lead the blind

A death cult

Make your escape before time's up

Seen past the demons he wrestled

Animus unbinded from devils

No longer under the spell of fear breeders

No more empty vessel