It’s near to midday
But so far to midnight.
She walks along the side road,
Lonely and no one around.

She wants to be a gunner, she thinks.
A skillful hired gunner,
But she didn’t hold a gun for a long time.

A gun she used to hold
Was a toy back to childhood.
But now she is thinking to be a gunner.
Yes, what you heard is true.

She used to shot her little brother,
But she was inattentive.
And she didn’t even know,
That was a real gun.

It was back to her birthday,
Her little brother gave a gun as a gift.
But that was unexpected,
A gun was a real one.

She just look at to little brother on her birthday,
With the gift she got.
And now, her little brother has pass away.

What she should do next,
In order to bring back her brother life.
It’s such a silence moment,
That scene stuck in her mind.

Every morning she woke up,
A nightmare never disappear.
To for got everything,
To for got a bad day she live.
She should turn herself as a gunner
And shot everyone in birthday party.
Especially whoever she knows.

She shots every single head in birthday party,
The truth is, no one was hired her.
But the devil was herself
That gently turn into dark side.

Canned latte, water, fruit punch Rip-It
Gulp it, down it, chug it, sip it
In the gunner's sling, sway side to side
240B in the cradle, M4 right side

Talk of ***
Talk of food
It's all allowed
Nothing's too crude
Sometimes you talk
Sometimes you listen
Don't talk later 'bout what's said on mission
Check alleyways, balconies, traffic, rooftops
At five miles-an-hour, this convoy never stops

Red Bull, Gatorade, citrus Rip-It
Gulp it, down it, chug it, sip it
In the gunner's sling, sway side to side
240B in the cradle, shotgun left side

In the distance, flashes of white light
Watch them bloom throughout the green night
Was it dust lightning? Was it a bomb?
Don't matter to us, this mission carries on
Two hours to dawn, eight hours 'til we're done
Check balconies, traffic, alleyways, rooftops
At five miles-an-hour, this convoy never stops