It makes no sense
This empty confidence
Throw words at all of this atrocity
It’s as effective
From addicted collective
With thoughts and prayers from theocracy
Stare down the barrel of the weapon
Turning minds off en masse
Stochastic trigger of a madman
With ego brittle as glass
Denounce softly
Hands ever empty
Anathema to action
Run to the outrage
Turning the next page
Falling for the distraction
Stare into sweet oblivion
Slap the smiles off their face
Souls sold to the Crack Man
Embracing every disgrace
Stare down the barrel of the weapon
Turning minds off en masse
Stochastic trigger of a madman
With ego brittle as glass