Songtexte Targets - Fyrce Muons

A sense of relief
A sense that you find
Like a thief
A target in my mind
Crazy to mend
Crazy in any way's end
You find yourself alone
You find you don't care
Intense, intense heat
Is running to your head
You find
You don't hate
You don't love
You don't care

You got a target on your back today my friend
You'll find out
You got a target on your face today my friend
You'll find a gun in your face
You'll get a fork in your eye
That's not my only space
You got a target on your back today
And that's no joke
Follow me this way
I'm going to choke on it