Weight of a Trigger

The weight of a trigger
Is more than you'd figure
It's a crutch for Atlas to stand
And the consequence, in his defense
Was more than he planned

Lead drives the heart of man

The fall of a hammer is
Darker and deeper than
Any grain of ocean sand
And the pacifist with broken wrists
Can only pretend

Lead drives the heart of man

And oh, behold Mr. Samuel Colt
Mine the ore and forge the bore
And shape and bend a bloody world

Lead drives the heart of man

The spark from the primer
Gives vision and power
Like a newborn in a mother's hand
And the holy ghost from Jericho won't save you again

Lead drives the heart of man

The smoke from the barrel
It's a warning and fable
That a soul can rise at your command
With your breathing right and iron sights
So you could understand

Lead drives the heart of man

And lo, behold Mr. Samuel Colt
Mine the ore and forge the bore
And shape and bend a bloody world

Lead drives the heart of man

The weight of a trigger is
More than you'd figure
It's a crutch for atlas to stand
And the consequence in his defense
Was more than he planned

Lead drives the heart of man
Lead drives the heart of man