Canvases lay in front of skilled hands
But still remain empty
Guns in hands of nervous man
Unfilled on the enemy
I heard there are seven sins
All of which remain friends to me
Nostalgia
Don't tell me what you did daddy
Tell me what you're going to do
I sit with my sick head
With an ill point of view
Crosshair on my chest
The trigger is yours to pull
Lets go to school
The world isn't ours to rule
It was ours to give
Lets go to school
The role models and teachers
Aren't getting paid enough
Always thought making potential
Fulfilled was good enough
But they aren't keeping up
Our mixed cycle is catching up
Stay in school
Behave and follow rules