Trade Your Guns for Coffins #chickasha #ninnekah #oklahoma

I’m dying in the dust,
shadows around my soul,
Flying from the West
where the sun lost its hold.
My heart’s a hollow echo,
as empty as her stare,
Life’s scattered fragments
caught in this cold air.
Whispers of betrayal swirl
like smoke in the night,
I lay here half-awake,
drifting into endless fight.
*(Chorus)*
Trade your guns for coffins;
death is on its way,
The truth cuts deeper
than any knife they say.
Blood the color of rust
staining all that I’ve known,
A battlefield of memories
carved into stone.
*(Verse 2)*
The girls are sharpening knives
with venom on their tongues,
Fucking dead enders collide;
Where heartbreak is sung.
Rumors dance like flames,
igniting my rage inside,
Wanting two men to clash
And one has already died.
Joy's a ghost that's vanished;
slipped through my hands,
Depression's now my lover;
whispering it’s dark commands.
*(Chorus)*
Trade your guns for coffins;
death is on its way,
The truth cuts deeper
than any knife they say.
Blood the color of rust
staining all that I’ve known,
A battlefield of memories
carved into stone.
*(Bridge)*
Lost dreams and shattered hopes
trapped under crimson skies,
Should’ve stayed asleep forever—
now I see through her vacant eyes.
Why did I get up today?
Chains pulling me down
Living feels like dying
when you wear a lead crown.
*(Chorus)*
Trade your guns for coffins;
death is on its way,
The truth cuts deeper
than any knife they say.
Blood the color of rust
staining all I've known,
A battlefield of memories
carved into stone.
*(Outro)*
I’m dying in the dust
under a sunset’s glow—
Flying from the West
where lost souls come and go.
I've been dead a long time—
just a heartbeat out of breath—
In this life filled with ashes…
I've already danced with death.