Weapons in My Pocket
Tired of carrying weapons in my pocket
Just cause we've normalized a world that's fucking lost it
Sell our souls and for what, a crooked profit?
That leaves us carrying around these weapons
In our pockets
Take my knife into the shower
Just in case my darkest hour comes
And there's nowhere to run (oh-oh)
Cause if I were to get assaulted
They would say, how I was sad and dumb
That I misfired the gun, mh
But I'm tired of carrying weapons in my pocket
Just cause we've normalized a world that's fucking lost it
Sell our souls and for what, a crookеd profit?
That leaves us carrying around thesе weapons in our pockets
Never met a darker shade
Of violence than the one that made
Every voice of reason dead and quiet
As it rains down on the poor and weak
Can't rain bombs on tyranny
When it wages all the wars that keep us fighting
But I'm tired of carrying weapons in my pocket
Just cause we've normalized a world that's fucking lost it
Sell our souls and for what, a crooked profit?
That leaves us carrying around these weapons in our pockets
In our pockets
In our pockets
That leaves us carrying around these weapons in our pockets
In our pockets
In our pockets
That leaves us carrying around these weapons in our pockets
Everyone's afraid
Everyone's afraid
So beyond afraid
No one will admit it so we pray
Everyone's afraid
Everyone's afraid
So beyond afraid
No one will admit it so we pray
But I'm tired of carrying weapons in my pocket
Just cause we've normalized a world that's fucking lost it
(A world that's dead and gone, we've lost our way)
Sell our souls and for what, a crooked profit?
That leaves us carrying around these weapons in our pockets
In our pockets (That I hate)
In our pockets (That I hate)
You tired of carrying around these weapons in your pocket?
In your pocket (Do they really keep you safe)
In your pocket (Eyes wide shut, are you awake?)
What stole your sanity and have you fully lost it?
Have you lost it (Lost your heart, your peace of mind)
Have you lost it (Your will to find)
The faith you need to heal a world that's only fought it
Have you fought it?
Have you fought it?
The fear of carrying round these weapons in our pockets
Just cause we've normalized a world that's fucking lost it
Sell our souls and for what, a crooked profit?
That leaves us carrying around these weapons
In our pockets
Take my knife into the shower
Just in case my darkest hour comes
And there's nowhere to run (oh-oh)
Cause if I were to get assaulted
They would say, how I was sad and dumb
That I misfired the gun, mh
But I'm tired of carrying weapons in my pocket
Just cause we've normalized a world that's fucking lost it
Sell our souls and for what, a crookеd profit?
That leaves us carrying around thesе weapons in our pockets
Never met a darker shade
Of violence than the one that made
Every voice of reason dead and quiet
As it rains down on the poor and weak
Can't rain bombs on tyranny
When it wages all the wars that keep us fighting
But I'm tired of carrying weapons in my pocket
Just cause we've normalized a world that's fucking lost it
Sell our souls and for what, a crooked profit?
That leaves us carrying around these weapons in our pockets
In our pockets
In our pockets
That leaves us carrying around these weapons in our pockets
In our pockets
In our pockets
That leaves us carrying around these weapons in our pockets
Everyone's afraid
Everyone's afraid
So beyond afraid
No one will admit it so we pray
Everyone's afraid
Everyone's afraid
So beyond afraid
No one will admit it so we pray
But I'm tired of carrying weapons in my pocket
Just cause we've normalized a world that's fucking lost it
(A world that's dead and gone, we've lost our way)
Sell our souls and for what, a crooked profit?
That leaves us carrying around these weapons in our pockets
In our pockets (That I hate)
In our pockets (That I hate)
You tired of carrying around these weapons in your pocket?
In your pocket (Do they really keep you safe)
In your pocket (Eyes wide shut, are you awake?)
What stole your sanity and have you fully lost it?
Have you lost it (Lost your heart, your peace of mind)
Have you lost it (Your will to find)
The faith you need to heal a world that's only fought it
Have you fought it?
Have you fought it?
The fear of carrying round these weapons in our pockets
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Writer(s): Chelsea Collins, Nicolas Collins
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