Loose Change

I swear there’s something you forgot 

When there was something and now there’s not

You know that you have lost your mind

When there are things that you can’t find

Assigning meaning to your thoughts 

Why can’t they just be kind?

To the people; to their eyes

I’m the bird that’s in the skies

Don't they see that I'm defined 

By so much more?

I’m the good guy with the gun 

I’m America’s favorite son 

Bang bang, I cut the center of the crowd

Great aim, I bring the target down

I turn to face the crowd around 

Tell me who’s next

To the people; to their mind

I’m the chosen, I’m divine

I secure their afterlife 

Like the preacher

I descend the heaven doors

Tied with spine to my C4

Golly, I'd shoot and shoot for days

Good thing I keep the family safe

God bless these free United States

Conserving me

From my lips, and to to the skies

I will accept the sacrifice

Of the people who had to die

So I can play like a G.I.

From the cradle, to the grave 

I was always born to save 

I am the decider of fates

I might pick yours

Hear my pockets rattle 

Full of ammo and loose change

Now our nation’s children 

Have murder in their veins 

Thoughts and prayers for people

Who walk into my sight range

Gun them down

Like computers in games