All these inanimate places feel like there changing
And the kids are lined up on the wall like they're ready to die
His forms ascending me its like they just rearranged them
We're all caged up like animals, questioned and ready to cry

'Cause I was just thirteen when I got my first taste of danger
Standing by the church I had a bottle and a pen in my hand
I said "father, I'm sorry, I just don't know what to do with this anger"
And this behavior is correctable, I know this wasn't part of your plan

Oh but punks like us we were always receiving instruction
And you could burn our clothes you could wash out the ink and the dye
But you can't look me in the eye and say you don't feel like a little destruction
And the kids are lining up on the wall and they're ready to die
And the kids are lined up on the wall and they're ready to die

All these days just seem like they're getting longer
The view from my room, its a gloomy and overcast gray
The weakness we left it behind seems to be getting stronger
I swear there's something in the air and I don't know what anyone could say

'Cause I saw the news this morning there was another
A boy the side of the road he had a gun in his hand
I thought oh what could you say to make it ever make sense to his mother
Oh man he was excitable, we were just trying to make him a man
But the day will come when it falls like a cheap house of plastic
And the cards that were dealt, will be tossed like a stone in the sky
'Cause you can only lie for so long before you get something drastic
And the kids are lined up on the wall and they're ready to die
And the kids are lined up on the wall and they're ready to die

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Writer(s): MIKEL FRANS JOLLETT