Bring me my gun and bring me some milk 
we are all one cut from the same silk
travesties of man on castles made of sand
The past blooming forth inside her bloody hands
wont you stay a while trust my child we like to pretend that we are not wild
we must sail away for a day come back there’s not many prices to pay
now she said that she’s better she’s better she’s better she’s better for me
and i really don’t know
i think you should go
you’re missed at the show
and i think you should know
what it meant for me

GUN MILK

Drummer: Asher Davis
Guitarist: Ethan Kilada
Bassist: Morrison Powell
Pianist: Isaiah Paine
Produced by Dave Meriney