On the road to Zion, the sirens are filling up our streets. 
Inside our walls we are disconnected, searching for retreats. 
Hiding our real beliefs behind screens and ring lights, 
Slowly waving goodbye to our human rights.
While our fights are going nowhere. 

Loud voices but where’s the action? 
Big statements but no progression. 
The anger inside us ignites within 2 seconds 
Yet we don’t grasp the reality of modern weapons
Our attention after 2 seconds, you know it’s where.

Shots are fired deep into the core of your mind 
And your only reaction is: “I’m all right”
Get up, stand up, look at yourself!
Look at me, holding the gun to my head. 
The trigger of ignorance blows my brain where? 

I want kindness to splatter all over you when I shoot, 
I want empathy dripping off of your new jacket. How cute. 
I want compassion to drench your freshly cut hair,
I want unconditional love to stain your designer chair. 
I just don’t know about freedom. It’s going where?

This is no longer black and white. 
This is no longer left and right.
This is a page in a history book
We can edit it now or we’re cooked.
The nowhere is now here.