What have I become
I wanna be a lover and a fighter
But I can't undo
What I've done
Right or wrong it's been done
There's an emptiness
We've been trying just to fill
We're full of bullet holes
Like the people we pay to kill
There's a weight
That holds the paper down
With a dotted line for us to sign
When the children aren't around
There's a place
For each of us to go to work
Earn what they call home
Jail for those who fall behind
There's a dial we could turn
A cord we could unplug
That might leave us in the dark
With just the ones we love
There's a fear
That's been planted just to grow
Something out of nothing
Into a war we made to show
There's a light
That's been locked up with the truth
They've been hidden and silence
Tortured and confused
There's a question
We've been asking in our minds
I think it's time to speak it out
No more trembling voices no more rhyme