There's a gun
In the hand of a sleeping giant
And it's so f*cking scary
Because he might never fire it
Or maybe he will
And spill the blood he was promised
And bring the hell we deserve
Crashing down the f*ck upon us
Fighting on up for air
Our hands are around her neck
Squeezing the life from her eyes
No mercy among idiots
When their only concern is a price
We're breathing the fumes
Of a poison existence
The giant is waking up
Live ignorant, we're all f*cked
Fighting on up for air