When will it come, tell me
When will it come, you know
Just what I mean
Don't treat me like a child

All your innocent lies told through
Incandescent eyes
Demonize my life make me stop and
Shut up, tell me

Why do you
Still see nothing
Beyond blue cocoons of violence?
Shut up, sell me

All the blood from your guns, sell me
All the blood from your guns,
I don't care where it comes from
Jesus Christ said "go out and have fun"

Where the little ones hide, break the
Glass and take me inside
Demons in my mind make me cock, aim
Shut up, tell me

How it'd ever get this cold
How you ended up so cruel
I never thought I'd get this old
Now I gotta lay down in your soul
So shut up, tell me

Why do you
Still see nothing
Beyond blue cocoons of violence?
Shut up, tell me

Why do you
Still see nothing, nothing
Beyond blue cocoons of violence?
Shut up

Waylen Roche

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