look out the window with dreamy eyes. catching a vision 
of whatonce was. in the end we will see the outcome of 
fates. in the end we will see. till we can dream again. 
there's a cowboy who loves his guns. he is shooting 
we share the same name. i want to part of it. yet i have 
no choice. when i say not in my name it doesn't matter 
anyway. there's an asshole with a gun and he is shooting 
bullets in my name. i might as well be holding the gun