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