Video Target Practice de Aaron Pace 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Aaron Pace - Target Practice Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hands up, it's time to celebrate
The end of it all
The utter dismay
No way out
No use in trying to regulate
The time for kind has passed
All you know is falling, falling fast
The end is near
There's no room to speculate

[Chorus]
Raise and line your gun
Pull the trigger until I can feel it
I'm not having fun
Hot, sick, and yeah
I'm ready to run

I can taste it
Your love and decay

[Verse 2]
You burrowed underneath my skin
And into my veins
I tried to ignore the warning signs
That scratched at my brain
And you won't leave me be
Crawling up my spinе
Infecting me with your diseasе
And I'm haunted
'Cause I want this
I'd bet my soul you always play for keeps
Pleading for release
I beg and scream
Maybe in the end I'll find relief

[Chorus]
Raise and line your gun
Pull the trigger until I can feel it
I'm not having fun
Hot, sick, and yeah
I'm ready to run

I can taste it
Your love and decay

Raise and line your gun
Pull the trigger until I can feel it
I'm not having fun
Hot, sick, and yeah
I'm ready to run
Raise and line your gun
Pull the trigger
Pull the trigger
I'm not having fun
Hot, sick, and yeah
I'm ready to run
I can taste it
Your love and decay