phantom force ft. Wolfe Sunday Lyrics

The phantom force is right on time

Cross the street the reaper's on his side

A pocket full of shells

And a hell inside his mind

You can cut the leaves

Or let them kill themselves

If you keep the roots

You're cultivating hell

When money makes the world go round

The price of human life is down

If you look the other way

When the poison starts to run

It's so hard to remember

When your memory is on

Kids with guns

A tragedy this trouble town befell

It's so easy when you blame

Everything else

When your teachers have to arm themselves

With discount arms from target sales

If you look the other way

When the poison starts to run

It's so hard to remember

When your memory is on

Kids with guns

I look out the window

I can't hear the birds

The songs are usually

There to be heard

But they flew away last week

When the shells hit the ground

I don't know where they've gone

Or if they'll ever return

As I try to hear the little bird song

The silent softly speaks

Of an innocence now gone

It was taken away

Far from this town

If you look the other way

When the poison starts to run

It's so hard to remember

When your memory is on

Kids with guns