Made To Attack

Born in a field And made to attack I look at the skies And never wear black I seem a bit old But I’m not too young The child inside me Is showing it’s tongue Worry I don’t No matter how strange It’s only a game Of minimum range I carry my coat I carry yours too I hold on your hand I know we are through Minutes from now A day like today You won’t feel a thing The sun and the rain Don’t ask about me I know it’s a trick Your shadow moves fast I can’t see your feet Burn on the sun Fly on the moon Take out your gun Shoot me as soon as I walk away Faster than you Running to find Something to do Born in a field And made to attack I look at the skies And never wear black I seem a bit old But I’m not too young The child inside me Is showing it’s tongue I was made to attack I was I was made to attack I was I was made to attack I was I was made to attack I was