Tekstovi: Boy Sets Fire. A Far Cry.

Find myself through sight of a gun
And selling war, never looked so fun
Stand in line for the latest attraction
Dressed up murder like it's hip and in fashion

Walked in like we owned the place
Bright light corps
Trigger pressed down sweat is cold
I?m not here

Bodies burn with babies in their arms
Love as trash
Hope is where the heart can die
What we bring
Son into heir, they made my bed to lie

Find myself through sight of a gun
And selling war, never looked so fun
Stand in line for the latest attraction
Dressed up murder like it's hip and in fashion

Finding ways to be a God
Where?s my gun
Where the blood can drown my soul
Rain down fire

All I wanted was destination, all I got
All I got was all I gave, hope as shit
Son into heir, they made my bed to lie

Find myself through sight of a gun
And selling war, never looked so fun
Stand in line for the latest attraction
Dressed up murder like it's hip and in fashion

Give up because you?ll never justify
The blood on your fingers, the bullshit look of concern
The cover ups lies and the bloated corpse
Of a system that is begging to burn

Surrender, surrender, surrender, surrender
Surrender, surrender, surrender, surrender
Surrender, surrender, surrender, surrender
Surrender