Bulletproof Breakfast

[Intro — Female Singer] Purple paint is falling, Breakfast on a dream. One side tastes like comfort, One side cold and mean. [Verse 1 — Rap] Bread on the table, brass in the light, Peanut butter morning in a psychedelic night. Pink rivers dripping while the blue starts to bend, Is this how we survive, or how the whole world ends? Copper-colored nightmares in a Technicolor frame, Hunger on the left side, violence on the same plate. I turn the bullets into rhythm, let the bassline hit— I came to feed my spirit, not take a bite of it. [Chorus — Female Singer] I don’t want a bullet sandwich, I don’t want that metal rain. Give me something sweet to live for, Paint some color through the pain. [Verse 2 — Rap] Reality is melting, every shadow wearing neon, The ceiling blooms like planets every time the beat comes on. I spread hope across the bread, let the nightmare disappear, Turn the ammunition into music we can hear. No glory in destruction, no flavor in the hate, Just a broken generation staring down an empty plate. So I flip the whole picture, make a doorway from the frame— Feed the hungry with compassion, let the colors eat the pain. [Final Chorus — Female Singer] I don’t want a bullet sandwich, I don’t want that metal rain. Give me something sweet to live for, Paint some color through the pain. Purple rivers keep on falling, But tomorrow still remains. We will turn the guns to music, We will sing away the flames.