Don't ever ask us to define our morals / sometimes when
fundamentals meet teenage heartbreak some of us are all
of us; half-selves that love whole hopes & hara-kiri
heartbreak / there's almost nothing worse than never being
real; strained voices crying wolf when nobody can hear /
if I had a gun I'd pump your ethics full of lead, if I
believed in meat I'd eat a plateful of our dead / there's
merit in destruction when it's done with our own hands,
there's beauty in construction resurrection another chance /
there's a you and I in union but just and I in our beliefs /
there's a crashing plane with a banner that reads everyone's
naive / the only proof I have that we shot and killed
this horse is the sound of whips on flesh and a bleeding
heart remorse / when I'm in this state of reflection and
you hand me whips and two by fours I could never bring them
down and beat the same horse as before / I'd rather kill
a stupid flower than spread it's seeds until a garden
with our bullet-laden morals will be found