[00:00.000] 作词 : Brett Hoffman[00:01.000] 作曲 : Phil Fasciana/Rob Barrett[00:16.560]Pain and suffering fall on the mortal world.[00:20.471]The life you're given is your living hell.[00:24.497]Brought up on tumultuous times.[00:28.475]Accumulation of this the killing crime.[00:35.613]Gunsmoke blazes, glochs crack.[00:37.656]Casket encases, bodies stack.[00:39.756]Kill for the stature of this game.[00:41.738]Yearn to kill or learn to die lame.[00:43.861]Drugs or money, not always the main cause.[00:45.817]It's how many lives snuffed outside of the law.[00:47.738]To not take a life is your life lost.[00:54.500]Load in the rounds, take a victim down,[00:56.732]claiming his ground.[00:59.245]Never doubt your gun, just get the deed done,[01:01.401]claim your trophy in blood.[01:03.768]For drugs or for war, or the lust of the sport,[01:06.059]attention to the poor.[01:12.751]GUNPLAY![01:31.431]Spray of the shot, lead lands hot.[01:33.254]Ending the game on the coroner's cot.[01:38.501]Taking of lives, ignoring the cries.[01:40.534]Only the coldest survive![01:49.460]Fear of a world turned dark with despair.[01:53.298]Any way out other than violence is all too rare.[01:57.228]Only way to win is take the other one out first.[02:01.343]The unbridled violence is this modern day curse.[02:11.385]WAR - ZONE![02:46.095]Gunsmoke blazes, glochs crack.[02:48.148]Casket encases, bodies stack.[02:50.189]Kill for the stature of this game.[02:52.290]Yearn to kill or learn to die lame.[02:57.557]Spray of the shot, lead lands hot.[02:59.358]Ending the game on the coroner's cot.[03:04.726]Taking of lives, ignoring the cries.[03:06.340]Only the coldest SURVIVE!