I've got a gun behind my back
Might pull the trigger feel the power in my hand
Quick thinking is my kind of romance
Cherry blossom on the trees in France
He's got his hands around my neck
I kind of like it cause I'm sick and obsessed
Says my freedom it comes with a cheque
He's counting blessings like the pulse on my neck
We're all divided by the press
Ruled by the way they seem to interject
Like a bitch with that born confidence
At the table that we sit at
Grandma don't like it when the young kids kick back
Relax
I dig deep before I follow cause
The truth is a hard pill to swallow I'd know
Cause he's the one man
With the one plan
He'd kill us all
With the one hand
Gun to my head
Frozen in jest
Can't stand up there's a bullet in my
Can't stand up there's a bullet in my
I've got this feeling in my chest
Suffocated like our right to protest
Cant speak out the thoughts in my head
Write them down with the ink I am sent
Never put up a fight
Cause comfort a privilege I like
And peace well it comes with a price
Can't put value on another's life
Cause he's the one man
With the one plan
He'd kill us all
With the one hand
Gun to my head
Frozen in jest
Can't stand up there's a bullet in my
Can't stand up there's a bullet in my
Gun to my head frozen in jest
Can't stand up there's a bullet in my
Gun to my head frozen in jest
Can't stand up there's a bullet in my