Gun to Your Head

Fear the day, that dying day Paint the night with that slow decay Throw out the prophecies Heads raised up still fail to be seen What's your life really worth Humanity - a word soon to forget Compassion - the hands tight around your neck Overlooked by family time and again Pick up a gun... pick up a pen... make the incision Realize, there is more to this than what is showing With all this help, fucking problems keep growing Now what can I say, some failures are hard to ignore I guess that's what regret is for... me, I'm trying to rise from this shit Can't watch em' die. How can we live like this? So slithers the snake Some bleed for the dough. Is this what a life is for Bang Bang On the drums when we're out in the streets When we work in the places you meet On the walls till' they crumble with dread On the door with a gun to your head That empty look in your eyes, we've seen it too many times And all around the world we grieve our dead Throw out the prophecies, heads raised up still fail to be seen What's your life really worth Real villains greed is spilling blood, then walking free Well to me it makes no god damn sense Still on and on, we burn like the sun So let's fuel the flames of progress with the weak and the dead Can't be said, can't be right... won't be wrong Won't cut profits until all but hope is gone, hope is gone Now what can I say, some failures will be hard to ignore I guess that's what remorse is for... me, I'm trying to live in this shit Can't watch em' die. Why do we live like this? So slithers the snake Some bleed for the dough. This can't be what a life is for Bang Bang On the drums when we're out in the streets When we work in the places you meet On the walls till' they crumble with dread On the door with a gun to your head That empty look in your eyes, we've seen it too many times And all around the world we grieve our dead