Life's not perfect
the mistakes and the regret
history of violence
so why is the blood still wet?
Cold nights
looking down iron sights
shot fired, a flash of light
the origin of a million dead fight.
Trigger pulled, time's slowed
a faint light as the barrel glowed
bullets emptied as the gun reloads
clocks in reverse as the snow lifts off the road.
Equal and opposite is the galactic code
too much death and it'll take what's owed.