Under the Gun

He could've been a king, or been anything
He wasn't insane, he wasn't the devil
Except for this pain that boiled his blood
And boiled his brain

It came out one day, came in a wave
He couldn't believe, and he couldn't control it
He was never the same...

And we all run under the gun
Like everyone

She could've been the one to pull him away
From all he had known, from all that possessed him
But after the fight, she left in the night
She left in the night
It came out one day, it gave her away
She couldn't believe, that she couldn't control it
She was never the same...