Waterguns

WATERGUNS [Verse 1] The apartment’s empty— TV static like a heartbeat in the dark, So you let strangers scream through the speakers Just to trick your nervous system into feeling less alone. Then the channels start bleeding— Buildings folding into smoke, Children wrapped in silver blankets, Politicians selling patriotism between pharmaceutical ads. A smiling man in a navy tie says “Everything is under control,” While another body disappears beneath a flag Like grief becomes holy if you fold it right. Tell me— If it was your sister in that fire, Would you still call it “collateral”? If it was your father in that body bag, Would you still clap at the anthem? Tell me now— Do you see it? ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] Sex, guns, God, and gasoline, Sold like candy to a dying species, Every headline screams in red— But we just eat our dinner with it. ⸻ [Chorus] Waterguns—go play pretend, Teach the little kids where mercy ends, Point and shoot, point and miss, “Here’s your future, sweetheart—don’t flinch.” Red, white, blue lights flicker on the wall, Everybody wants a savior with assault protocols, We build our empires one funeral at a time— Then act surprised when the oceans rise. Make it make sense. Make it make sense. We hand children waterguns Then teach them how to hate. ⸻ [Verse 2] Has everybody lost their minds? The atlas looks septic under satellite light, Still the billionaires race rockets toward heaven While the earth coughs blood beneath them. We worship old papers signed by dead men Like ink can sanctify violence, Like freedom means a trigger in your pocket And fear dressed up as masculinity. You say: “It’s my right.” Right for what? Who are you waiting to kill That hasn’t already died inside your television? Meanwhile the forests burn politely, Ice melts in expensive time-lapses, And the stock market climbs Like numbers can outlive oxygen. Do you see it now? Do you? ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] Flags wave beautiful in the sunset While offshore accounts bloom in secret, They shake your hand, they kiss your babies, Then sell the world in pieces. ⸻ [Chorus] Waterguns—go play pretend, Teach the little kids where mercy ends, Point and shoot, point and miss, “Here’s your future, sweetheart—don’t flinch.” Red, white, blue lights flicker on the wall, Everybody wants a savior with assault protocols, We build our empires one funeral at a time— Then act surprised when the oceans rise. Make it make sense. Make it make sense. We hand children waterguns Then teach them how to hate. ⸻ [Bridge] Maybe kindness looks pathetic now, Soft hands in an age of sharpened teeth, But I still think love takes more courage Than loading another magazine. Maybe empathy’s the last rebellion, Maybe tenderness is punk, Maybe the world keeps drowning Because nobody wants to be the first To drop the gun. ⸻ [Final Chorus — bigger / desperate] Waterguns—little hands, Learning war before they understand, Play dead, fall quick, Smile pretty for the politics. Every channel sells the end, Every leader says “defend,” Everybody screams “peace” With blood already on their lips. Make it make sense. God, make it make sense. We hand children waterguns Then act shocked when they become us. ⸻ [Outro] TV glow. Empty room. Another war begins at seven. And somewhere a little child Still thinks a gun is just a toy.