letting all the guns sing;
society and our bodies Already know the chorus
someone dying by the gun isn't just a tragedy, but just Another Story
dying in a blaze of fury,— Innocent deaths, going out without any glory

... circles, circles, and circles; it's just how the cyle goes

and there's no water under the bridge;
while we're all Drowning in those bullets
raining tears, and smoke
better grab your umbrellas, under Another day of Bullet Storms

... circles, circles, and circles when will the cycle
          end?