time for poetry and songs - "death and guns"

guns and death.
guns and death.
all they talk is guns and death.
man wins the loterry? oh look! a decapitaded head!
its all we see, its all we hear.
just guns and death.

whats that? the saviro is born?
look! two shot dead in their home!
guns and death.
all our eyes ever come to see
all our hearts decived to percive.

BANG! BANG!

the reapers packing heat!
guns and death.
its all we see.

no matter how bright the light may shine.
theres always a bullet in someones behind.
blind to the truth and lifes wonderous facade,
they feed us blood and hate, and condemn us like gods.
its just guns and death.
guns and death.
never common sense.

what about the safety and solice?
wheres the justice and peace?
its five miles back,
in a trail of burning flames.
hard to not ignite passions
with pants in a lying game.

open one eye and see the bullet
the other and see the corpse.
guns and death.
the reaper is shamed.
his career now but a game.

where is the reason?
where is the rhyme?
you seek to find it,
check back five lines.

guns and death.
watch them skip the truth.
death and guns.
dead by a booth.
death. in its own light.
guns. blamed for every fight.
together. making your every night.

death and guns. life and love.
which sells more?
life stomps the love and loves a whore.
death and guns.
death and guns.
all we see is fukcing death and guns.

time for change, to open our eyes.
start eating the truth, stop spitting up lies.
death and guns, no more; time for change.
teach them compassion, honor, and a sense of duty.
and responsibility.
death and guns.
no more.