You're in Iraq and you're calling home to check on me,
The school shooting was alright how are you doing?
I was shot a little in the arm,
It went down my bicep toward my heart
Now the shooter is dead, no surprise there
They always kill themselves.
There's something wrong with our society,
Thats the problem to address.
Everything is boring, and it causes civil unrest.
Its not his fault, the strange child
He was scared of the future and it made him wild.
The problem is inside the system that turns and turns
And gives us all second degree burns.
This is not the first time or the last,
It gets worse and it'll go down fast.
There was a little bird there in the fountain,
Drinking water yesterday
Now he doesn't show, he knows hes not safe there.
Next to the fountain is a boy who holds his head and cries,
And says " you didn't get me, and you didn't try."
Meanwhile in the horizon, all the bullets fly
And meet their future partners in the red sky.
My mother said to me, "If you die in Vietnam you're a dead human being,
But if you die in Virginia you're an American, dear."
I know what she meant and tried to cry a bit,
But I was more shocked than sad and tried to disappear.
I'm confused now, my eyes don't look the same way,
From time to time I see their faces but they will never stay.
Its such a shame whenever a lone man thought
To kill some kids and prove there is no God.
Its not a good way to start the week,
With some bodies meek and dying in the street.
Today was colder than normal,
Its no surprise though, life is abnormal.
