you have a handicap
it's an extension of that you use instead of exposing your feelings
you're staring at me through crosshair eyes
your thoughts are powerless to the death that you hold in the palm of your hand
it's your false sense of security
I can control everything
I will give you your life
I can take it away
I will pass my judgement
but who will protect me if I won't choose your way?
I put this gun in your hand you should do the right thing
and turn this gun on yourself for the sake of society and do us all a favor
go ahead I dare you