Live Rounds In The Dark

I see fires in my living room
Heard the siren of impending doom
I see fires when I look at us
All the flesh that they have turned to dust
I get tired when I’m angry
Petrified — I can’t see
Ways to keep my heart beat still
I philosophize my feelings
Can’t tell what is real and
Will they really make the kill?

Thought I marched so I could make my mark
In a sea of bullet wounds they are great white sharks
Can’t deny the fate that I saw stark
Loaded arms and live rounds in the dark
There’s a gatе that isn’t pearly, it’s tolling blood
Something sinister ‘bout ‘20’
It feels likе flood
When the fire on the mountain has turned to mud
Everybody’s sinking where do we run?

I see fires every time I wake
Got a feeling that I just can’t shake
Many questions I’m afraid to ask
Who would send the order out on this awful task?

When revolutions are televised
There will be blood on your Insta live
When dissent triggers a genocide
I see fire before my very eyes