In these times of doing what you're told
You keep these feelings that no one knows
all wrapped up in guilt, an sealed up tight
staring down the barrel of a 45
swimming through the ashes of another life
swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart
with no real reason to accept the way
things have changed
and then you ask
what happened to the young man's heart
are you really that blind , oh what a fool you are
maybe next time you'll think about who you hurt
In the process of conquering the world
butt your kind never does
You need to look at what you've become
all wrapped up in material things
what ever you can buy an sell
searching for the power that only money
can bring
leaving bodies where they may fall
collateral damage I think that's what you said
well mister I have one question before you die
How's it feel to be staring down the barrel of a 45