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?