[Intro - Spoken, news report style] This just in: Another day, another body. Thoughts and prayers remain ineffective. But the Q3 earnings call is looking promising... [Verse 1] Lobbyists pay with blood checks, your rep signs the bill, They say its for freedom or safety, nah...it's your right to kill. Every bullet has a price, and a senator's name, Every child's coffin adds a tally to our shame. [Verse 2] Fear is their product, panic is what they seed, School shooter drills are the price of corporate greed. If you think it's about liberty or maybe even choice, Try and protest with them, watch them silence your voice. [Chorus] Bullets don’t care who cashes the bet, Their anthem is murder, our story is regret. You load their lie, they cash the check. Wu Tang and Kirk say to protect ya neck. [Verse 3] You bury your classmates, they cash in their stock. Across the country, the streets just added another glock. Now you're a chalk outline, another martyr for the lie, While the rest of the country waits for pundits to amplify. [Verse 4] The state’s armed to the teeth, police with tanks in the street, When you hit the concrete, tell me your AR makes you elite. You can't take the heat, another stat added to a spreadsheet. While the elite exec spins your tale into something upbeat. [Chorus] The Second Amendment, the first in lies, The elite profit whenever somebody dies. The war machine keeps running, their stock won't fail. Welcome to America, where your blood is for sale. [Bridge - Building] Blood flows but cash grows, a ledger of pain, Gun shows but death throes for those who are slain. Stock spikes without mass strikes, the profit is clear. Gun rights and sound bites, their product is fear. White Knights to a gun fight, the system won't bend. Child coffins, rhetoric softens while you play pretend. Change the feed, they mislead, they profit while you pray. A death squad for the Gun God, the American Way. [Bridge] Load...Aim...Fire...Repeat... More guns, more gold, more death, more meat Load...Aim...Fire...Resume... Children too scared to go to their classroom [Outro] Not a tragedy, Not a shock, Just America, With the safety off.
