SOUNDS OF AN EMPTY GUN Despair, red curtains fall Flashing blue lights on the walls Disharmonic orchestra of sirens Hitting, breaking, raping the silence A girl was crying on her knees Mad at god with her screams He was just nineteen, shining eyes Cold hands took him before his time Seconds, not even a minute I'd got no time to realize Nineteen years old, only son A bullet was a present for a short life Five years and still so fresh So clear, I cannot forget He was just nineteen, only son Have you ever heard the sound of an empty gun?