Gun Shot Residue

You take your time
Trigger got yourself another life
Into the fray
Got your soul lined up
Sick of smiling
Holding up another sign
The friction's beating your head
On the telephone line
Well we find, we find
There's too little on our minds

Stare at the screen
Propaganda got you to believe
That there's a war
And your ticket's up
As if we're crawling
Don't know how to recognize
The issues plastered on TVs of every size
Look to your left, look to your right
I bet you'll see the truth in no time

Do you believe everything that you've read
Have you ever thought things through?
Whose hand really has the gun shot residue?



Credits
Writer(s): Artem Bank
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