I'd never pull a gun

Or fire ammunition

I'm surely not a saint

And surely not a sinner

I'm just barely surviving

Here in the crossfire

So Why would I fight-

If Your words weren't there to shoot me down

You say it's all pretend

That the hurt is just there to keep me down

As I run through the crossfire

Now the wounds in my heart are bleeding

Into this playground of sinners

I tear off my armour

To show the courage I conceal

And become a saint

Vulnerable in the crossfire

There's nowhere to go

As guns train on my soul

Everything is screaming

As darkness sweeps my mind

Innocence is gone

And what was right is wrong

As I'm killed in the crossfire