Falling On The Far Corners Lyrics

Welcome The Plague Year Falling On The Far Corners

look out the window with dreamy eyes. catching a vision
of whatonce was. in the end we will see the outcome of
fates. in the end we will see. till we can dream again.
there's a cowboy who loves his guns. he is shooting
bullets in my name. i'm an asshole like he's and asshole.
we share the same name. i want to part of it. yet i have
no choice. when i say not in my name it doesn't matter
anyway. there's an asshole with a gun and he is shooting
bullets in my name. i might as well be holding the gun