Blue polarized shades on a dark face And what love can do to a house Seamless robes on purple posts I've stopped guessing out loud His Aim deceives the wounded he leaves But he gave it a shot Watching the world's horrors and pain At home on your phone's screen When the cameras turn and the roles reversed Will the terror feel rehearsed? His aim deceives the wounded he leaves At least he's not a cop, but he could o fooled me I like when pots break And the soil and shape remain the same I couldn't help but think that roots hold fastest unseen And that I have a lot of freckles that look like fleas His aim deceives the dead he leaves And I hope he never sees me for his But it is what it is So repeat after no one Anything bad about me is something bad I've kept Anything good about me is something good I was given