Problem Solver

We all saw this coming
We all thought of running
faster than a bullet
we're all dead of something

Another guy up in a window
another sign of the crescendo
another life, another rifle, another homicidal psycho
another bible toting hypocrite
highlighting all our differences
suicide missions with a world full of witnesses
no question what the sickness is
we're addicted to the tragic
we love to watch a fire
to see what rises from the ashes

No one saw this coming
we were singing us some country
faster than a bullet
we were all screaming something

There's a guy up in a window
and the fire's automatic
It's Stephen Craig Paddock
he's here to cause some havok
he's high as hell on Valiums
he wants to feel the ground move
he's a product with a value
he's a cost of this culture
another post traumatic soldier
who wants some media exposure
for a war in his mind
that we've already sold you

The Death of Honesty

We hide the truth somewhere sacred
it's somewhere lost inside our hatred
we live a lie
we cry for death
we believe in a god that's not impressed
we're given names, yet we're somehow nameless
a different model in the same matrix
we're losing patience
we're waking up
you were right to fear the future, son
they're killing men with jobs and phones
imprison men within their homes
in prison men are caged alone
for any action uncondoned
a censored life
a sense of purpose
we're equal in the way we're worthless
its called a service because we're servants
prepare for life beneath the surface