Lyrics

Let us all join hands for a moment of silence But a friend of mine said quiet is violent Pop pop, and we're off to the races Ending while we keep on burying the faceless Murder and money making American Greatness Hand me a gun, gonna make me famous Heartbeat stopping shotgun gunshot stopping heartbeat Decimated massacre-ing culturalization ruination Chasing guns with more guns and ammunition No change. Policy: obsolete Fate's in the hands of elephants and donkeys 21st century DEhumanization Taxation MISrepresentation Time is ticking and we're taking all the politic-ing Thinking none of it and faking all of it in repetition So put your money where your mouth is Followed by a gun and let's start a revolution I'm pissed off that a kid dying is my inspiration To write this shit while I'm crying Law makers aren't making laws Honoring the fallen with guns over their eyes So we keep buying, and they keep lying And I keep trying to find a silver lining Lately I've been finding Second amendment rights are convoluted While our forefathers lay in the grave, laughing, brooding No Child Left Behind Until they're shot and die You hear the mother cry Her entire life flipped on its side Like a truck running over her gut a few times She never said goodbye All we do is try to empathize By sending thoughts and prayers into the sky Yeah fuckin' right Maybe I'll never have children Sometimes I think it's not worth the risk The thought of losing my own kid? I can't even imagine Never getting one more kiss You can't think or pray with a bullet in your brain You can't think or pray with a bullet in your brain You can't think or pray with a bullet in your brain You can't think or pray with a bullet in your brain So while my music crosses continents And I can come into my consciousness I can finally build my confidence to say So while my music crosses continents And I can come into my consciousness I can finally build my confidence to say So while my music crosses continents And I can come into my consciousness I can finally build my confidence to say FUCK your thoughts FUCK your prayers You can't think or pray with a bullet in your brain You can't think or pray with a bullet in your brain You can't think or pray with a bullet in your brain You can't think or pray
Writer(s): Kellen Mckay Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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