There's a gun in Your hand
O son of the sun
That hushes Your voice and
Cheapens Your words
There's a gun in Your head
O sun of the son
That blinds Your vision and
Deafens Your ears
There's a gun at my heart
O son of the sun
With a gentle squeeze
You trigger my ache
Give me the gun,
O sun of the son
For it is my turn to aim