Like Bullets, Like Bombs
If it be God's will, then let it be so
How can I pretend to see when I don't even know
If it be God's will, then let it be mine
I'd never choose this over all these trials divine
So tell me where I'm going, with this gun in my hand?
And what is it that makes me such a violent man?
Why don't I trust that smile when I know that it real?
And how did we get stuck with such hearts of cold steel?
So if I seem pretentious, blame it on fate
Because I never ask to be pictured this way
And if I seem disheveled, it's cuz I am sick
Why do we live in a world so covered in shit?
I got a friend who walks the strip, blood on his lip
His reason is this, broke from all the other people talkin shit
His wisdom is gained, from playin the game
Buried in plain, wishing down deep to be home agian
I have to admit, that this isn't the way that I live
I wasn't born in a boxcar, to put up with this shit
But I've drowned in the sorrows of the broken and sift
Through the hell of a bra