XXII
My head is spinning and I'm out of control
I've tried yelling but there's no one around
I think this time, this time i have finally snapped
I hear them coming and i know i should run
Discussions cant be had under the barrel of a gun
What sort of world are we leaving for our kids
And It's all
fun and games till some asshole takes the stage
Images are seared into the back of my brain
Failure to see beyond their own mistakes, good god
I don't wanna play anymore
Irate, exhausted, are the words that i'd use
To describe myself while I'm reading todays news
Another twenty six are left dead
"Save" your amendment, let your children die
"We won't comply" you yell as fathers and mothers cry
March to the madness of your psalm
And It's all
Fun and games till some asshole takes the stage
Images are seared into the back of my brain
Failure to see beyond their own mistakes, good god
I don't wanna play anymore
Irate, exhausted, are the words i'd use
To describe myself while i'm reading todays news
Another twenty two are left dead
Bitch to the masses from behind your keyboard
"Our rights are gone" i hear you say, you hope they sing along
March to the madness of your psalm
And It's all
Fun and games till some asshole takes the stage
Images are seared into the back of my brain
Failure to see beyond their own mistakes, good god
I don't wanna play anymore
I've tried yelling but there's no one around
I think this time, this time i have finally snapped
I hear them coming and i know i should run
Discussions cant be had under the barrel of a gun
What sort of world are we leaving for our kids
And It's all
fun and games till some asshole takes the stage
Images are seared into the back of my brain
Failure to see beyond their own mistakes, good god
I don't wanna play anymore
Irate, exhausted, are the words that i'd use
To describe myself while I'm reading todays news
Another twenty six are left dead
"Save" your amendment, let your children die
"We won't comply" you yell as fathers and mothers cry
March to the madness of your psalm
And It's all
Fun and games till some asshole takes the stage
Images are seared into the back of my brain
Failure to see beyond their own mistakes, good god
I don't wanna play anymore
Irate, exhausted, are the words i'd use
To describe myself while i'm reading todays news
Another twenty two are left dead
Bitch to the masses from behind your keyboard
"Our rights are gone" i hear you say, you hope they sing along
March to the madness of your psalm
And It's all
Fun and games till some asshole takes the stage
Images are seared into the back of my brain
Failure to see beyond their own mistakes, good god
I don't wanna play anymore
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Writer(s): Taylor Stephenson
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