Tell me the truth, it's your hatred that moves and inspires
Like a pistol that's ready to fire
Searching for one moving target
Hold the receiver and bring down the weight of the hammer
That'll cut through the gold and the glamour
Like a sniper who loves to remark on it

It's everyone; it's everything
I tell you twice but you're not listening
It's like they're coming out to get you
To be another fool on impact

Turn in your loved ones
Inform on your slightest acquaintance
Expose those who don't know the difference
Or of how much you hated the victim
After the shooting, they'll send in someone from ballistics
Who'll take down the vital statistics
Just to measure what angle you hit him from

Squint through the sight
Pull on the trigger
And though it's not right
It makes you feel bigger

Tell me the truth, it's your hatred that moves and inspires
Like a General who's semi-retired
Still praying for exciting adventure