Stick To Your Guns

Stick to your guns
Silver bullet special
An Amateur killer
Who thinks professional
Poison silver tip
Bullet For your brain
By the way its OK
Its all forgotten again

Reality is changeable
As plastic surgeons find
Another life to ruin
Another face to design
Face lift tummy tuck
What you tell them to do
You see an old friend
He doesn't recognize you

Another killer with a gun
Another changeable face
Your body's way too tired
Life has won this race

Their minds Diseased
With too much medication
I know that your a part
Of the new Prozac nation
The smell of hospital
The known smell of bleach
Just another lost mind
They will try hard to reach

Misunderstood girl
She gets called a freak
She tries to stand
But her legs are too weak
Sitting on a floor
One more beating endured
She's got no future
Only that can be ensured