paroles de chanson Thoughts and Prayers - Stacked Like Pancakes

Let us all join hands for a moment of silence
But a friend of mine said quiet is violent

Pop pop, and we're off to the races
Ending while we keep on burying the faceless
Murder and money making American Greatness
Hand me a gun, gonna make me famous
Heartbeat stopping shotgun gunshot stopping heartbeat
Decimated massacre-ing culturalization
Ruination chasing guns with more guns and ammunition

No change, policy obsolete
Fate's in the hands of elephants and donkeys
21st century dehumanization
Taxation misrepresentation
Time is ticking and we're taking all the politic-ing
Thinking none of it and faking all of it in repetition
So put your money where your mouth is
Followed by a gun and let's start a revolution

I'm pissed off that a kid dying is my inspiration
To write this shit while I'm crying
Law makers aren't making laws
Honoring the fallen with guns over their eyes
So we keep buying, and they keep lying
And I keep trying to find a silver lining
Lately I've been finding
Second amendment rights are convoluted
While our forefathers lay in the grave, laughing, brooding

No child left behind until they're shot and die
You hear the mother cry
Her entire life flipped on its side
Like a truck running over her gut a few times
She never said goodbye
All we do is try to empathize
By sending thoughts and prayers into the sky
Yeah fuckin' right

Maybe I'll never have children
Sometimes I think it's not worth the risk
The thought of losing my own kid?
I can't even imagine
Never getting one more kiss

You can't think or pray with a bullet in your brain
You can't think or pray with a bullet in your brain
You can't think or pray with a bullet in your brain
You can't think or pray with a bullet in your brain

So while my music crosses continents
And I can come into my consciousness
I can finally build my confidence, to say
So while my music crosses continents
And I can come into my consciousness
I can finally build my confidence to say
So while my music crosses continents
And I can come into my consciousness
I can finally build my confidence to say
Fuck your thoughts
And fuck your prayers

You can't think or pray with a bullet in your brain
You can't think or pray with a bullet in your brain
You can't think or pray with a bullet in your brain
You can't think or pray