I am the problem, I am the solution
I am the cause without a simple conclusion
I am the rage, I am the beast
I am the gauge and I'm the release
So what do you say, the innocent slain
Instead of moving forward they run the other way
A funeral procession a political game
Where the mothers turn to martyrs that the Father can't save
So here we go, another horror show
Blood on the walls filled with bullet holes
Change only comes when the outrage flows But they never seem to care so we'll never know
Hit the ground, the chamber pounds
Existence erased as the shots ring out
No life direction, no age exemption
Do I have your attention
I am the weapon
I got a f*cking problem with you trying to take what's mine
Built up fears after all of these years and what I want will not be denied
Backed in a corner he gnashed and thrashed and slashed and spat an unmistakable sound
If you're ever in doubt why the quiet kid's loud Keep pushing them down f*ck around and find out
Begging for life, a mental battle cry
Never see it coming but you always ask why
Crisis collection, slaughter descends
And it could've been prevented if you paid more attention
Hit the ground, the chamber pounds
Existence erased as the shots ring out
No life direction, no age exemption
Do I have your attention
I am the weapon
Our father, who art in heaven, hollow be thy name
Thy kingdom come, thine will be done
On Earth, as it is in Hell