(Peotry is indeed English don't report this, there is no reason. Be considerate and have a nice day thank you.) #7

When your favorite food tastes like charcoal on your tongue
And the fresh air turns black on your lungs
And the people you love turn their backs on the sun
And you see your baby making paper guns

Where is the silver bullet
You hold the trigger and i’ll pull it
We don't need oil in the skillet
Our sun is dying with nothing to kill it

I’ve never gotten further running in place
I’ll never go farther if i don’t show face
I’ll never get a charge if I’m buying in outer space
And if you aren't running you’ll never keep pace