Find myself through sight of a gun and selling war never looked so fun

stand in line for the latest attraction dressed up murder like its hip

and in fashion

walked in like we owned the place â€" bright light corpse

trigger pressed down sweat is cold â€" I'm not here

bodies burn with babies in their arms â€" love as trash

hope is where the heart can die â€" what we bring

son into heir they made my bed to lie… roll the die…a far cry

finding ways to be a god â€" where's my gun

where the blood can drown my soul â€" rain down fire

all I wanted was destination â€" all I got

all I got was all I gave â€" hope as shit

give up because you'll never justify the blood on your fingers

the bullshit look of concern

the cover ups lies and the bloated corpse of a system
that is begging to burn

surrender