Story Behind the Song
My homage to the almighty firearm, the Great Equalizer. I am an avid firearms enthusiast, and here is a song about guns. All kinds of guns. Guns are cool. Guns are fun. Try target shooting sometime! Remember, People kill, not guns.
Lyrics
Nine, ten, forty-five, caseless tens to smash the Hive. Brass, chrome, raining down around our boots. Insect hum of floating breaches, leadheads going flat on armored hide, switch to AP. Finland red, Egypt white, green glow in my nightsight. Matte black on the steel, stock collapses break it down. Kevlar clothes and trauma plates, a nightmare done in mesh. Snaps, clips, leather strips, nylon webs around my head. Nylon webs around my head. Nylon webs around my head. Red light burns my eyes, visor down around my sight. Wood grain, polymers, sighting line, bear down and squeeze. Buttplate, keyhole grips, heavy barrel swivel Œround. round counter counting down, slap a fresh one in. Mushrooms growing, lasers flowing, trying for the headshot. Oil, Teflon, greasy innards, moving parts in synchros. Springs and things of fine array, steel flechettes and caseless rounds. Etch-A Sketch in shrouded lead, shake to clear and then you're dead. Shake to clear and then you're dead. Shrouded lead and then you're dead.
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