A Bullet In the Head

The system is broken, the machine needs repair
Condition critical
The stone in the gears, the sum of your fears
A free radical
A better tomorrow, survive through the sorrow
Of hypocrisy
The feeling is hollow when you beg, steal and borrow
For your liberty
All that was and all that is
All that takes the all that gives
All that hates the all that loves
All that pushes all that shoves
All that fucks and all that fights
All that kisses sweet goodnights
All the virgins, all the whores
All the less take all the more
Your feigned crucifixion is just blasphemous fiction
Like all that you hold dear
My heroes have died and the movies all lied
I’m still standing here
A bullet in the head would take away the sorrow
A bullet in the head would take away the lie
A bullet in the head would take away tomorrow
A bullet in the head, but I don’t want to die