Bang Bang
Products of our own anger
What has the world taught
If you don't fit into the proper circle
I guess you deserve to be shot
Too much hate in society
Never enough love
The problems lie within our hearts
Not inside a loaded gun
Government says lock them away
If they are inside iron bars we'll all be safe
Never realizing on the outside is followers, copycats
Filled with hate and rage
Media spinning lots of tails
You never really know the truth
Telling the world what to believe
All for their stations boost
The solutions are so complex
We've all got the cure
Round and round the barrel spins
In our own Russian roulette
Guess we'll never solve the problems
We'll continue to fight
We'll all be the bullets that lie within
Our own loaded guns
Copyright © Lisa Brannon | Year Posted 2016
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