Military-grade weapons, given to a child
A child repressed, impaired, delusional, defiled
Notions of inhumanity untreated and unheard
Misanthropic, striving for the world to burn
Adorning guns, a culture deep in society
The sale is massive everywhere you look and see
A nation captivated with arming every man
No certainty of change, just move with the old plan
Release through utter violence
A stalemate in the process of reform
No one wants to see, thе hell we’re in
Or еven open their front door
Escape through utter violence
No progress in the process of reform
Who would want to see, the hell we’re in
Can’t avoid it anymore
The proponents and the victims, getting younger every day
No comprehension of the tools they hold, believe it’s used for play
Loaded, unlocked firearms in a toddler’s reach
Our leaders bicker as they jettison morality
The bodies pile up and the carnage is unanswered
Hundreds shot each day like cells to a cancer
We take 12 steps to nowhere, the addiction still lives
If not us, then who? And if not now, then when?
Release through utter violence
A stalemate in the process of reform
No one wants to see, the hell we’re in
Or even open their front door
Escape through utter violence
No progress in the process of reform
Who would want to see, the hell we’re in
Can’t avoid it anymore