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