Tell me the truth, it's your hatred that moves and inspires Like a pistol that's ready to fire Searching for one moving target Hold the receiver and bring down the weight of the hammer That'll cut through the gold and the glamour Like a sniper who loves to remark on it It's everyone; it's everything I tell you twice but you're not listening It's like they're coming out to get you To be another fool on impact Turn in your loved ones Inform on your slightest acquaintance Expose those who don't know the difference Or of how much you hated the victim After the shooting, they'll send in someone from ballistics Who'll take down the vital statistics Just to measure what angle you hit him from Squint through the sight Pull on the trigger And though it's not right It makes you feel bigger Tell me the truth, it's your hatred that moves and inspires Like a General who's semi-retired Still praying for exciting adventure