THE GIFT

One man screaming
Going against everyone else
He doesn't understand why
He doesn't know which is worse
Taking action without thinking
Or thinking without taking action

He stands and crosses the room
The smell of stale cigarettes hits him like the
Slap from an offended woman
He's not sure if it's the thoughts or the
Smell that makes him sick
He thinks out loud
"this can't be my life, it can't be. Mine's better"
Frantic, Nauseous and Paranoid
Frantic, Nauseous and Paranoid
Frantic, Nauseous and Paranoid
He Snaps

"I was to be the successful one
I had all the fucking answers but
No, no, you wouldn't listen to me
Pay no attention to me
I'm one of those freaks
But that's all right, That's fucking OK
Cause you know what, you know what
Everybody's gonna listen to me now
Everybody's gonna list to me now, won't you?"

And the screaming, frantic man
Took aim out the window
And tried to make us listen
One round at a time
But this is not the answer
This is only the beginning of
A larger problem
A larger problem

Death, Guns, Violence
Nothing is solved with ignorance
The gift of life, Tolerance
Your truest weapon is your intelligence
The gift of life, Tolerance
Your truest weapon is your intelligence
life, give the gift of life