She has a dream to die
The clouds rain dowm as you cry
She's holden the triger
Palm warm with the gun
But she can't bring herself to leave her son
Your shaded black
Pictures of your past straped to your back
It's never good to know
All the pain you can show
But she'll look to her baby boy and begin to glow
your depressed again
Hold your breath and count to ten
The man you loved dissapeared
No one could warn you of the path he's veered
A loanlyness from your childhood it seems to have steered
Save yourself fast
Or your boy could endure a similar past
Ensure your own health
Think of what you'r going to do
Remember when momma's like came to an end
And daddy died in front of you
Operator: "911, what is your emergancy?"
(child crying in background)
Disoriented woman: "I- twied, to take dem awww"
Operator: "what was that mam?"
Disorianted woman: "too manny, too many zzzzs. I took tow mainy"
(Child crying, "mommy sick! Mommy sick!"
Whispered: Put them back in the bottel
Put down the bottel and hide your gun
You haven't a reason to run
Still they come to take your son