Children With Machetes

Military minds wanna play my game
Skeletons and crimes crucify my name

Godless battles piled on everybody
Open up your eyes
To venom threats
And children with machetes
Fighting for their lives

What might be going on in your head?
(I don't wanna know)
Well it might be a gun in your hand
(I don't wanna know)
What might be going on left unsaid?
(I don't wanna know)
Well, it might be the gun to your head
(I don't want to know)

All my friends are knives
Suicide crusades
Want to be my knife
And I'll be your chain

Graveyard girls and homicidal make-outs
Anthem for the lost
Your drugs in the basement paralyze the nation
Get 'em while their young!

What might be going on in your head?
(I don't wanna know)
Well it might be a gun to your head
(I don't wanna know)
What might be going on left unsaid?
(I don't wanna know)
Well it might be a gun in your hand

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

The kids and the stench of blood on one another
Shooting 'til they run out of rounds
The kids and their friends have cyanide expressions
Bodies pile up on the ground

The kids and their friends have turned on one another
Why didn't you just see this 'til now?
The King is dead
And we all want revenge
So hurry up
(So hold on)

What might be going on in your head?
(I don't wanna know)
Well it might be a gun in your hand
(I don't wanna know)
What might be going on left unsaid?
(I don't wanna know)
Well it might mean a gun to your head
(I don't wanna know)

What might be going on in your head?
(I don't wanna know)
What might be going on in your head?
(I don't wanna know)
What might be going on in your head?
(I don't wanna know)
Well it might mean a gun to your hand, to your head