Dying Nylon - Shooting Stars Lyrics

Thank you
All that you've done
Think, pray, television
Next up, we're back again
Two kids with the lead backpacks again

Are we f*cked up, or bored
Sick, spoiled, feel ignored
T.V. told me I'd be a star
So when we're dead you'll know who we are

Again we unload
And then we reload

We don't
We don't get help
We just get even
High on testosterone
Sitting on imagined thrones

America
My mother tongue
She'll lick her wounds
Eat her young
Talking heads still love to hate
How strange I just can't turn away
It's normal now at six o'clock
Flip a switch for a sick shock

It's hard to hear you pray
With a bullet in my brain

Again we unload
And then we reload

We don't
We don't get help
We just get even
High on testosterone
Sitting on imagined thrones

Not just a throwaway
We're gonna graduate anyway
Now take back tomorrow