Wasteland

Making my way through the burnt out roads

Tryna find my way to the place i called home

Hand on my grip with the gun by my hip

I'm still confused, I'm still tryna make sense

All of the bodies of people I knew

Hotels and schools, filled up with ghouls

Had to put bullets in family friends

So I pray to God, hope I can make amends

One shot to the dome of a sinner, one shot to the dome of a priest

Tryna find safety in this deadly world, tryna find ways to just take me to peace

I won't rest till I've done my duty, some days I just wonder why try

But if I know myself, then I know that I'll keep going