Rise
This gun has been used before
No one put a gun to you head
They put it down your throat
The taste of the barrel
Is bitter on your tongue
The guns been used before
I never saw this coming and I never thought
It'd come to this
Try to search for you tonight
I need to find Beauty in this
I need to find you tonight my love
Who's gonna hold your hair back baby
And who's gonna care about you?
The Beauty Remains