Why say plenty?
Insufficient
You say any, for nothin' to one
You want me to pick a side
I choose the ones you left behind
All their reasons, not excuses
Your suggestions, for solution
You want me to pick a side
I choose the ones you left behind

I'm on the side with the guns
Left with no choice but to make it all up
I'm on the side of the ones
You hear about
You read about
You make us

Their reasons, not excuses
Your assumptions, retribution
Just think of the way you treat
The freaks that you think you meet
You're the ones that are losing your souls
Wearing things that they tell you are right
Just remember the way you fight
When someone starts touching your life

I'm on the side with the guns
Left with no choice but to make it all up
I'm on the side of the ones
You hear about
You read about
You make us

They struggle in ways
You're missing your comfortable days
If you say that, we're ready for more

I find a new place
Drown it with bad memories
And you're giving me more
Than i'll ever be ready for

I'm on the side with the guns
Left with no choice but to make it all up
I'm on the side of the ones
You hear about
You read about
You make us
I'm on the side with the guns
Left with no choice but to make it all up
I'm on the side of the ones
You read about
You hear about
You make us