Lyrics:

Living -- if you can call this living
Thinking will it ever go away?
Dying -- there's all these people dying
I'm conscious of it every single day

Who's gonna be the next to go?
Walking in a new kind of fear
Laughing at all the people here
Asking how could this happen here?
Taking my choices away

Under the gun
Well it's been a month, standing in the shadows
Under the gun
Well it's been a month, hiding from the sun
Parking lots all up and down the interstate
And on the news it's a great debate
Back to the normal? it will have to wait