Echoes of the G*n

[Intro] [Verse 1] Shadows stretch on a faded frame, Three souls bent to a steel refrain, A curtain sways where the light won’t go, Cold hands clutch what the restless know. Ammunition coils like a serpent’s spine, Eyes locked forward, crossing a line, Black and white whispers of a fractured age, History hums through the rusted gauge. [Chorus] Oh, the g*n’s breath hangs in the air, A heartbeat paused on the trigger’s edge of despair, Through the lens, their resolve is spun— Echoes, echoes of the g*n. [Verse 2] Faces carved from a weathered creed, Camaraderie wrapped in a silent need, The camera’s gaze from a safer height, Captures the dawn before the night. Their coats bear the weight of a thousand storms, A brotherhood forged where duty warms, The curtain falls where the world can’t see, But the film holds their eternity. [Chorus] Oh, the g*n’s breath hangs in the air, A heartbeat paused on the trigger’s edge of despair, Through the lens, their resolve is spun— Echoes, echoes of the g*n. [Bridge] Time wears the names from the stone, But the machine’s song still hums in the bone, A monochrome vow to the fading sun— They stand where the battle was won. [Outro] [Chorus] Oh, the g*n’s breath hangs in the air, A heartbeat paused on the trigger’s edge of despair, Through the lens, their resolve is spun— Echoes, echoes of the g*n.