Tell me That gun that you're so proud of Why does it tremble so much? Is your hand following your unstable mind? Is that the same hand that holds your child's?
Your emotions Fragile enough to be crushed with a hug Insecure enough to attack a compliment Corrupt enough to endlessly reload on lies and deceit Are those the same emotions you shoot into your wife at night?
Your bullets roar so loudly What voices are you trying to drown out? Your heartbeat clanks at the speed of the fallen shells What are you so afraid of? A man armed and ready to go off at any moment like you?
Tell me What can you manage to defeat? With those trembling hands Uncertain of what to take aim at You shoot down anything that moves Uncertain of where the trigger is You pull at anything you can reach Uncertain of how much enemies are left You forever stay in the trenches I now know that when you bow your head at church that it's not for prayer
Then hoping to nullify your senseless you refuse to leave the battlefield And take no-mans-land everywhere you go
You wear your bulletproof vest and rifle to the supermarkets, schools, offices, dinner tables, churches, and funerals