dodge the bullets like one, two, three I'd take a hit for you would you take a hit for me?
don't give me a gun I'll just use my feet dance out this frustration because you're bringing the heat to this crumbling nation we've long grown cold but now we're melting it's easy to say you'd die for someone but I've got too many holes for a bullet to go through and miss heaven's not the place for wicked souls I can hear the flames crackle and hiss and I'm sweating bullets
I'm under fire but I'm all burned out the smoke rises higher and I'm covered in soot don't give me a gun or I'll just shoot my own foot
the empty shells (like us) lined up on the floor your apathy says "oh well" but your heart wonders what for why are fighting? when we can't win this war? trade our ammunition for empty promises now listen, those shooting stars are just comets but they won't shoot us we've got a bullet proof vest I've given you a gun I'm willing to test the strength of my armor
they say faith is dead but that's lie, it's just that man's biggest enemy is his own head and to the silence the voices he'll take his fingers half cocked, safety off in the shape of a gun and pull it up to his head, crying "help me" but the hungry will watch because violence is fun!
dodging bullets in quick succession my feet heavy like lead I have an confession that I'm not bulletproof you just have bad aim you're out of bullets now come back when you've figured out how to play the game