Protest The Hero Blindfolds Aside

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 girl they call Kezia I watch a woman that I know my hopes and my own future blindfolded To atone 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 that trigger, on her I can t even still her trembling hands that were locked up by the dutiful and the obligated; Five soldiers forever sedated with the, No one s responsible psychological drama of our social justice dribble, dribble Her tiny steps tell lies about the choice I have to make; Her tiny steps To resurrect tell lies about a static lifetime the choice to starve I have to death to make my own mistakes So pull the screaming trigger and w