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