Heed life's call,
It calls for your beating heart,
That's all,
**** your mind,
**** your guns.

You use your guns to blow out,
Creativity and imagination,
Dare to dream,
and dare to scream.

It belongs inside the furnace,
Now burn it,
The black revolver,
It sits by your bedside.

Terrifying as it may be,
There's a pretender to replace your gun,
Beneath sheets you plead,
Your life on the line,
because your mind won't be silenced.

You use your guns to blow out,
Creativity and imagination,
Dare to dream,
and dare to scream.