I sit in the glow of my television set
Yet I see only red
Violence and death tattoo shots inside my head
But it all seems real to me
Kids only five play with guns They massacre
To them it's only a game
When they grow up will it ever be enough
To see it only on a screen?

But it won't phase you anyway
No It won't phase you anyway
Yes you are blind to the conscious state of mind
That life is fragile

Sitting alone while the cliches are making jokes
The slowly wear him down
Ruthlessly, they underestimate the boy
What goes around comes around
He doesn't get the attention that he needs
"Oh please mom listen to me"
You wonder, "Why did they ever have to die?"
While the guns were in his room