End of an Era - Puro Instinct

Grind as my time in flames

Light them up send them off til they come off tough

To wake everything inside and crash everything you can’t control

You’re sad the truth I know but I got no proof girl

The end of an era

The end of an era

The end of an era

The end of an era

Twelve dead Americans young and dumb for the gun always smoking gun

Stuffed in the body bags stack them up send them off

Loose lips sink ships quick as the click of my fingertip

Skeptics eat shit cause the sum can be swept under the rug again

You’re sad the truth I know but I got no proof girl

The end of an era

The end of an era

The end of an era

The end of an era

You’re sad

The truth