I’ve got total clarity
No distortion in reality
I’ve accepted the truth
A generation of youth
Will tell you what you need not to be

A celebration of the passive
In disguise for the masses
If it’s the label that counts, you’ve got no reason to doubt
You’re nothing more than a memory

I could be the gun and you could be the enemy
A little tongue in cheek, yeah
A bullet to the head again
I could be the gun and you could be the enemy

I am finding all my sense again
I’m finding all my senses again
I am finding all my sense again
I am finding all my sense again

Step away from the last gen’
Just the modern killer has-been
And if you’re hearing this sound, we are the reason to shout
You are the cause and the remedy

I could be the gun and you could be the enemy
A little tongue in cheek, yeah
A bullet to the head again
I could be the gun and you could be the enemy

I am finding all my sense again
I’m finding all my senses again
I am finding all my sense again
I am finding all my sense again

I’m just trying to be myself, but now and
Then I struggle to hurt myself, I wanna
Find a way to destroy myself, and then I
Won’t appear to be no one else, ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah