Well I can’t pull your finger up off of that trigger, oh my friend

But if you give me just minute I could paint a better picture of how this could all end

How many times / How many lies / Did it take for you to get here?

You feel a quick draw seesaw / This is symptomatic of a malady already bled

Well I can’t band-aid every little grenade buried in your soul

You’re fighting in a tug-a-war / On your knees on the floor / Losing all control

How many lines to the divine / feel trapped inside the ceiling

Caught in a quick draw seesaw / This is symptomatic of a malady

Caught in a quick draw seesaw / This is symptomatic of a malady



You may feel small / but the Lord over all

has your name written on His hand

Mockery and apathy / You have no mastery

And we won’t fear your demands

We are children of God

You cannot skeletally resurrect the demons that Jesus put to death

All that you lost is found in the cross / And risen as He said

How many times until you start to see?

Give Him your quick draw / Your seesaw / The King’s already bled



You may feel small / but the Lord over all

has your name written on His hand

Mockery and apathy / You have no mastery

And we won’t fear your demands

We are children of God / We are children of God

We are children of God / We are children oh



How many times

How many lives

Did it take for you to get here?

Let go your quick draw seesaw

This is symptomatic of a King already bled

Already bled