| We woke up as men, but tonight
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| Tonight we’ll sleep as killers
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| As we break the cryptic morning
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| With a bullet and a prayer
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| The steel never seemed so cold and agile
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| And a life never seemed less vital and fragile
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| With a heart that’s beating
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| Louder than my own
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| I watch a girl they call Kezia
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| I watch a woman that I know
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| My hope and my own future, blindfolded (To atone)
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| To atone for a sin I didn’t care for
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| But a sin that paid my debts
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| A sin that fed my children
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| That burned my smiles and cigarettes
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| And no one ever
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| Said that hope would be so beautiful
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| And no one ever
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| Said I’d have to pull the trigger, on her
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| I can’t even still her trembling hands
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| That were locked up by the dutiful
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| And the obligated
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| Five soldiers forever sedated
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| With the «No one’s responsible»
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| Pathological drama of our
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| Social justice dribble, dribble, dribble
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| Her tiny steps tell lies
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| About the choice I have to make
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| (Resurrect a static lifetime
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| Starve to death my own mistakes)
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| Pull the screaming trigger
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| And watch your carcass bleed me dry
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| Or drop the gun and try to shake away
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| The blindfold from your eyes?
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| Drop the gun, drop the gun, drop the gun
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| Drop the gun!
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| Sin I didn’t care for
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| But a sin that paid my debts
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| A sin that fed my children
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| And burned my smiles and cigarettes
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| Sin I didn’t care for
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| But a sin that paid my debts
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| A sin that fed my children
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| That burned my smiles and cigarettes |