Ammunition

All the wars that I have waged

Fell apart at the seams

But the hope for absolution is buried in the past

‘Cause I can breathe it in the air

Way above the whispers

It’s the time of the season again

To aim high, cut deep, and run fast

Until I get somewhere

Brave new world

My ammunition is still the same

I’m not apologizing

Anymore

My ammunition

My ammunition

Every line across my face

Has been carved in too deep

I went around the sun and back too many times before

As I’m yearning deep within

For a new beginning

It’s the time of the season again

To aim high, cut deep, and run fast

Until I get somewhere

Brave new world

My ammunition is still the same

I’m not apologizing

Anymore

My ammunition

My ammunition

As I roam through the inside

I swear I’m never gonna stop ‘til I get to the core

Never gonna stop ‘cause it’s not like before

I’ll just aim high, cut deep, and run fast

Until I get somewhere