Protest the Hero Follow

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 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

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 you had to pull that 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 lifestyle and 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