I’ve got something to say
Figured that this way, you’d listen
People are dying. Mad Men with guns.
The numbers are rising. Isn't there anything we can do?
Pulse and Las Vegas, and Parkland
I could keep going, but then I’d never stop
Hate is filling our lungs
When will it end? Will it ever end?
Enough is enough.
I'm so sick of writing while you do nothing.
There is blood on your hands
Forming the sea that will drown you
So sick of your thoughts and prayers
And the fake tears you keep in a bottle
I'm not mad I'm infuriated
And if you're not pissed off then
You're not paying attention
Haven't you notice
The flag you love so much
Frozen at half mast
A reminder that you haven't done shit
Excuses and blame games
Scapegoats lone wolves
I've got 3 words for you
White domestic terrorist
No child should be afraid
To exceed their rights
Nobody should live in fear of becoming
Another number, another name on the wall, another picture to weep
Another victim of the countless shooting that happen every single days
Every single day
While you sit and you lie
And you pretend that anything will change
When there's blood on your hands
And your so called opinions have a body count attached
What's a life worth to you anyway
Enough is enough
The time is now.
Now you’re gonna do something!