Your Cold Dead Hands
Here you are with pitchfork and stake
Right in the center of an amateur arms race
Because everyone is coming after you
Stockpiles for days
United you stand here in your safest place
That's right there is nothing I can do
You cannot recognize your madness
Guns for all, all for guns
Is your brain completely gone?
Sounds like you're fully loaded
You go off, can't be undone
Nor can the rhetoric you drum
Or all the lives indirectly taken away
You cannot recognize your madness
Until the bullets cut right through
Right through
Writer/s: Resistors
