We woke up as men but tonight we'll sleep as killers

As we break the cryptic morning with a bullet and a prayer

The steel never seemed more cold and agile than now

And life never seems less vital and fragile

With a heart that's beating louder than my own

I watch a woman they call Kezia

I watch a woman that I know

I watch my hopes and my own future blindfolded

To atone for a sin I didn't care for, but a sin that paid my debts

A sin that fed my children and burned my smiles and cigarettes

And no one ever said that hope would be so beautiful

And no one ever said I'd have to pull the trigger on her

I can't even still her trembling hands that were locked up by the dutiful and obligated;

Five soldiers forever sedated with the,

"No one's responsible" psychological drama of our social justice dribble

Her tiny steps tell lies about the choice I have to make;

Resurrect a static lifetime starve to death my own mistakes

Pull the screaming trigger and watch your carcass bleed me dry

Or drop the gun and try to shake away the blindfold from your eyes?

Drop the gun, drop the gun, drop the gun, drop the gun.

Sin I didn't care for, but a sin that paid my debts

A sin that fed my children and burned my smiles and cigarettes

Sin I didn't care for, but a sin that paid my debts

A sin that fed my children and burned my smiles and cigarettes