Lyrics

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