Somewhere in an alley underneath the pouring rain
In the shadows with a gun, he thinks the world has gone insane
We've got terrorists and anarchists but nothing can compare
To the right man with a wrong thought and the means to get him there
One by one they all go down
Like turning horses on a merry-go-round
Running through these backdoors to the latest tragedies
We're still trapped in finding reasons to protect the enemy
Now with every senseless massacre, there's a vigil on the street
So we can bask in our defeat, yeah we can bask in our defeat
His nerves have left him twitching with a plot inside his mind
It's unending like the nightmares that you hope you'll never find
Screw the racist, mental illness is the colour of the week
Now they'll paint a perfect picture made in blood red casualties
One by one, we all pretend
Like herded cattle as the slaughter begins
Running through these backdoors to the latest tragedies
We're still trapped in finding reasons to protect the enemy
Now with every senseless massacre, there's a vigil on the street
So we can bask in our defeat, yeah we can bask in our defeat
First comes love and then comes hate
Blurring some ideals but they're never erased
Next comes numbers, counting 21
Discriminating colours and he's given a gun
We can take down targets from so far away
Yet there's still no stopping the NRA
Now 7 good people have died for his sins
But there's no use fighting when the devil's within
No one gives a shit, just give them a pill
Don't we always take care of the mentally ill?
Looking for a scapegoat, it's a perfect excuse
Now hunters are the victims in this gross abuse
Why deal with the problem when it's easy to run?
We can always change the focus if we're under the gun
Ban a flag, kill our children but the ending's the same
It's funny how there's always something different to blame
They say a bad man with a loaded gun
It's a bad thing, so you better run
But a good man with the right idea
Can protect himself, he's the victim here
Though the victims here, they no longer speak
Because they're in the ground, so if you ask me
Is this freedom now? Well it's hard to see
When the price you pay is never free
Until there's nothing left to see
It's like a terminal disease
You know there's nothing left to see
Until there's something to agree on, I'll concede