Released on December 8, 2015

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[Intro]

If F-18's are doves

And M-16's are love

Then peace is not at all what I thought it would be

Yeah, come on


[Verse 1]

I'm tired of hearing 'bout another bomb

Another drone ripping a family apart

I'm sick of safety at expense of the weak

I hate democracy speech by oligarchy regimes

I'm pissed that money is the ruler of man

I'm pissed we're separate and so distracted

I'm pissed that no one ever really cares or understands all blood is our blood

Hate, hate, but we're calling it love

Love, love, but it looks like war

They say don't think, you just need to believe

May my voice be the bomb at the belly of the beast


[Chorus]

But my heart is aching

And my mind is racing

You know we're under the gun

Is it too late to love, too late to wake up


[Verse 2]

Can't take from me

My agency means everything to me

Cannot take my will (come on come on)

I'm sick of funding other people's greed

Our taxes paying for their acid rain and barium

I hate our system that hates the poor and the laws that protect oppressors I deplore

I'm hella sick of being told I'm watched

They hear and record my calls

I'm so pissed with how we've treated our home

I want my children to be born into a beautiful world


[Chorus]

But my heart is aching

And my mind is racing

You know we're under the gun

Is it too late to love, too late to wake up

But my heart is aching

And my mind is racing

You know we're under the gun

Is it too late to love, too late to wake up


[Bridge]

We're fit to be sold, do what we're told

Work to the bone until we grow old

We're taught to become bitter and cold

Put your head down while they eat your soul

We're fit to be sold, do what we're told

Work to the bone until we grow old

We're taught to become bitter and cold

Put your head down while they eat you


[Chorus]

But my heart is aching

And my mind is racing

You know we're under the gun

Is it too late to love, too late to wake up

But my heart is aching

And my mind is racing

You know we're under the gun

Is it too late to love, too late to wake up