Fire in the sun is like
A name scratched on a bullet
God made the gun
I guess the devil made me pull it
Hiring the unknown one
A new contract assassin
Target on the run again
A perfect crime of passion
Play pause stop repeat
Oh it ain’t no fun
When you’re a hired gun
Automatic fire burns
In a cold-blooded killer
Rifle for hire turns his
Steel into his silver
There once was a time
You could call me a pacifist
But now my crimes of violence
All look like accidents
Full metal jacket like
A fist around your neck
The fall of footsteps turns you
To a nervous wreck
You beg for mercy as I twist
The sound suppressor
I ain’t your priest but
You can make your last confession
To me
Just when you thought
That it was safe to walk alone
Just when you feel like you have
Reaped in what you’ve sown
The hired gunman comes and
Takes all that you own
credits
from Phantom Limb,
released March 7, 2023
Damien Castaneda
Vocals
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