The steel never seemed more cold and agile
Drop the gun, drop the gun, drop the gun, drop the gun
A woman that I know, my hopes and my own future
(Her tiny steps tell lies about the choice I have to make)
With a heart that's beating louder than my own
Sin, I didn't care for but a sin that paid my debts
Five soldiers forever sedated with the 'No one's responsible'
A sin that fed my children and burned my smiles and cigarettes
And no one ever said I have to pull that trigger on her
Or drop the gun and try to shake away the blindfold from your eyes
Blindfolded to atone, to atone for
A sin that fed my children and burned my smiles and cigarettes
I can't even still her trembling hands
To resurrect a static lifestyle, to starve to death my own mistakes
That were locked up by the dutiful and the obligated
Sin, I didn't care for but a sin that paid my debts
And no one ever said that hope would be so beautiful
I watch a woman they call Kezia, I watch
Psychological drama of our social justice dribble
A sin I didn't care for but a sin that paid my debts
Than life never seems less vital and fragile
Pull the screaming trigger and watch your carcass bleed me dry
