Lyrics
I've got the feeling that it's up for grabs
I sense that the situation is uncertain or open to change.
The grief of this life is so meaningless
The sorrow or distress in life seems devoid of purpose.
I hate to see my own apathy
I dislike witnessing my own lack of interest or emotion.
But I'm not sure I can see it's beauty
Uncertainty about recognizing the beauty in apathy.
It's time to get down and tame you
It's time to confront and control you (possibly referring to an internal or external force).
It's time to get down and scrape you
It's time to confront and deal with you forcefully.
Your bullets from your gun
Your actions, symbolized by bullets from your gun.
Just get shot back your bullets
The consequences return, reflecting the impact of one's actions.
From your gun just get shot back
Bullets from your gun come back, highlighting the cycle of consequences.
I never thought I'd be so hurt and used
Surprised at the depth of pain and feeling exploited.
I guess I own it all but I'm still bruised
Acceptance of responsibility, yet enduring emotional wounds.
I wait to see if anyone will notice
Waiting to see if others will recognize the pain.
I hate to say it but they just don't show it
Disappointment as others fail to acknowledge the pain.
It's time to get down and tame you
Time to confront and control again.
It's time to get down and scrape you
Time to confront and deal with forcefully again.
Your bullets from your gun
Your actions, represented by bullets from your gun.
Just get shot back your bullets
The repercussions rebound, emphasizing the inescapable consequences.
From your gun just get shot back
Bullets from your gun return, underscoring the cyclical nature.
It's time to get down and tame you
Time to confront and control once more.
It's time to get down and scrape you yeah!
Time to confront and deal with forcefully, expressing urgency.
Your bullets from your gun
Your actions, symbolized by bullets from your gun.
Just get shot back your bullets
The repercussions revisit, reinforcing the inescapable outcomes.
From your gun just get shot back
Bullets from your gun come back, echoing the repetitive cycle.
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