Does Your Gun Prove a Point

Bang! Bang! Does your gun prove a point? Whatever you do to me you do to yourself Bang! Bang! Does your gun prove a point? Is a world on it's knees in peace or in pieces? While I let your hand go As you slipped into the dark And your blood spilled from your heart And all around us on the bathroom floor I thought we'd both make it out for sure But the world slipped from yours And somehow I'm still here And you have disappeared People swear to make a change Politicians play the game Yet somehow it's all stays the same Money is what leads their faith Your death and all the rest I'm afraid Don't mean much to those that remain Another grave another day In Syria or in the States Another grave another day People why can't we change Bang! Bang! Does your gun prove a point? Whatever you do to me you do to yourself Bang! Bang! Does your gun prove a point? Is a world on it's knees in peace or in pieces? BANG! BANG BANG BANG! BANG BANG BANG! The world is going away BANG! BANG BANG BANG! BANG BANG BANG! The world is going astray