I found god, on the corner of first and amistad(?).

Where the west, was all but won.

All alone, smoking his last cigarettes.

I said "where've you been"

He said "ask anything"

Do you know what we're fighting for? Or the pain that we're dying for(?)

(...)

I can feel myself suffocating.

One, 21 guns.

Give up the fight, put down the guns

One 21 guns.

Put up your arms into the the sky.

You and I.

(I think it's all wrong)

blah blah blah.