K

K – Hear the crack of guns fire out into the open streets
Hear the people scream
K – See the life drain out of your daughters and sons
It's just begun
I'd ask you why
But sitting on your high horse
Leaves you far away
It weighs a ton -
My conscience - staring idly
At the damage done

You want me to find some kind of balance
And hang tight
Enter the fold and hold onto fantasies
Of new life
I wait for the cruel strike of the hammer
While they bait me with the other hand
You want me to find some kind of balance
And hang tight

K – You're the one, the DJ
Can't you hear your children sing (rife with mondegreens)?
K – We dissent, disown, and kill for what we believe.
So what did you mean?
I have my doubts
To realize the truth
While nothing's absolute
Bury me now
If the meaning's that it's meaningless
Then what's the use?