America

Turmoil Broken windows and broken bones He has a gun Protecting what is rightfully his Watch your back Nothing makes sense Black or Blue? White or Black? Straight or Crooked? Male or Female? Or somewhere in between? Which pronoun told you that you could be anything? Logic and sense is nowhere to be found Protectors walk around With blood dripping from their heads Because demons wander this world Looking for souls to take Believing they will win the fight That has already been won Pick your side Where do you belong? It has nothing to do With the choices we’ve been given It’s about a love that is unconditional Or a broken ambition The end is coming Hold your life dear, or let it go Grasp tightly and break the skin Or free your hand and let life begin