My God Has Got A Gun
Vukovi · MY GOD HAS GOT A GUN
My conscious I can't fucking breathe
It stood behind you, it always finds you
Don’t bother asking me to leave
Got stockholm syndrome instinctive survival
I'm victim to myâŸsanity
LivingâŸlifeâŸon a tightâŸrope, have IâŸlost all hope?
My God has got a gun
And he works me to the bone
Oh yes, this is what depression looks like
Oh yes, here to start a fucking fight
Sit back shut up I'm terrified
The veil I wear is all a lie
Oh yes this is what depression looks like
My voices screaming gonna die you’re in danger
It's symptomatic barricades
Got a tastе for addiction
I wanna feel something
That isn't pain and suffering
Got stockholm syndrome instinctivе survival
I'm victim to my sanity
Living life on a tight rope, have I lost all hope?
(Shut the fuck up)
My God has got a gun
And he works me to the bone
Oh yes, this is what depression looks like
Oh yes, here to start a fucking fight
Sit back shut up I'm terrified
The veil I wear is all a lie
Oh yes this is what depression looks like
My God has got a gun
And he works me to the bone
I don't know where to run, so I guess I'll stay?
My God has got a gun
And he works me to the bone
I don't know where to run, so I guess I’ll stay?
My God has got a gun
And it works me to the bone
I don’t know where to run, but don't make me stay
Take me into the dark sky ’cause I wanna be alone
Oh yes, this is what depression looks like
Oh yes, here to start a fucking fight
Sit back shut up I'm terrified
The veil I wear is all a lie
Oh yes this is what depression looks like
Oh yes, this is what depression looks like
(What depression looks like)
Oh yes, here to start a fucking fight
(Here to start a fucking fight)
Sit back shut up I'm terrified
The veil I wear is all a lie
Oh yes this is what depression looks like
About My God Has Got A Gun
"My God Has Got A Gun" finds Vukovi in a pop-minded frame, where a clear central idea and emotional directness are the real strengths. The song works best when its main melodic and rhythmic ideas are allowed to speak plainly, without being crowded by unnecessary decoration. There is a welcome sense of proportion in the way the music presents itself: the hook has room to land, while the surrounding moments support it instead of competing for attention. That restraint gives the performance room to breathe and makes the emotional color feel earned rather than imposed. For listeners returning to Vukovi, the song offers a compact example of how mood, pacing, and a recognizable point of view can meet in one place. It is a track for focused listening, especially when the details around the main idea begin to reveal their own quiet pull. The clarity of that approach is its own strength, because it lets the feeling come through without turning every moment into a dramatic demand. Even when it aims for immediacy, the track avoids feeling disposable because its atmosphere remains distinct after the final note. Its emotional center stays firmly in view throughout.