All these inanimate places feel like they're changing
The kids all lined up on the wall like they're ready to die
These arms are sending it's like they just rearrange them
We were caged up like animals, questioned and ready to cry
Cause I was just 13 when I got my first take of danger
Standing by the church, I had a bottle and a pen in my hand
Oh I said "Father, I'm sorry. I just don't know what to do with this anger"
This behavior is correctable, I know this wasn't part of your plan
But little fucks like us, we were always receiving instruction
And you could burn off 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 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
All these days just seem like they're getting longer
The view from our room is a gloomy and overcast grey
The weakness we left 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
Boy by the side of the road, he had a gun in his hand
I thought "What could you say to make it ever make sense to his mother?"
Oh ma'am, 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 storm in the sky
Cause you can only lie 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