All Roads Lead To The Gun

Can't seem to get out Can't seem to get far away In some form of punishment I must stay You leave me bound You leave me stuck What could I've done? Enough, it is enough I need to find something I need to pull my brain From accent to ashes The dust in my lungs Won't cough it up Won't cough at all It seems a struggle I can't fault I need to find something I need to pull my brain I need to find something I need to pull my brain When it leads to the gun Need to pull back and adjust When it leads to the gun Need to pull back and adjust When it ceases being fun When it ceases being fun Run