Wailing shells
Glimmers of goodbyes
The antennas send us all
Through a televised dysphoria

And wait, To see how it all plays out
All the cameras break our fall
Cause it doesnt happen to us

Hear them cry, life will sing great songs
When were one, in this chaotic world

Fire when ready, fire when ready its in your hands
From adorable children, to vulnerable young men, to killing men
Down, Down, Down, Down
Down in this world

I go mad, when I witness killing birds, who lost their wings
Rest assure, that I solemnly swear,
OH MY GOD
Well end this hurt, that we create
When time unmasks its face
Well end this hurt that we create
That we create

Hear them cry, life will sing great songs
When were one, in this chaotic world

fire when ready, fire when ready its in your hands

They painted guns with feathers so the triggers pull, it sounds,
just like the silence on our streets omit explosions underground
and if we close our windows time will stop for us for us for us for us
Forget the windows that are shut because the fear of being shot
A little boy fell down and broke his wrist and then started to cry
but shattered wrists just dont compare to things the tv stations hide
Set your differences aside for us for us for us for us
Open up your heart not just your eyes

WHY IN THE HELL,
IN THIS WORLD THAT GOD MADE FOR US,
CAN'T WE ALL JUST GET ALONG?