Drawn To Their Own Conclusion

Drawn To Their Own Conclusion Before the grenades were launched Lobed at the angry crowds Women gathered bullets in their pockets Found on the silent street As they looked down the loaded barrel About to be emptied into them A kiss in the night to say good-bye when fired You could have heard a pin drop when it started Curses never turn out good That was no book or toy coming at them No good comes from violence What is that in the air Is it love carried on the wind Shots ring out in the heat of passion Heard on every lonely corner Riots always begin in darkness In silence like sin festering within Triggers squeezed Bullets ring out Drawn to their own conclusion Down to the tomb where nothing moves