Armor Piercing Bullets

You better make sure your prayers are updated,
You can bet your next meal the traps are bated,
How cold this world; you just don’t know,
Colder than the truth in Christmas snow.
(who's the man who invented the)
If you’re not hard as stone at least fake leather,
Better nurse the rain if you can’t stomach the weather,
It seems unreal but it’s just absurd,
The flight plan of a flightless bird.
(armor piercing bullets; yeah)
I guess you have to be tough,
I guess you have to be mean,
In a world that needs such a thing.
You have to take your next step for granted so you walk on down the street,
Looking for the reason of the excuse in the eyes of everyone you meet,
With a blind man’s pulse and a whispered rage the killer might be looking for
you,
With the limp of the law and the speed of the bullet there’s really not much
you can do,
A delicate soul draped in armor still doesn’t stand a chance,
Started with a beat ended with a song then we taught the devil to dance,
Blame is a reference that we use to test our guilt; fingers point the shame
away,
And all we care about is being on the right side; you either collect or you pay.
We live with such ruin in our scheme,
We make hurt the prop of our scheme,
Armor piercing bullets; god what a need,
First you need the armor then you need to make it bleed,
So we try to find our way with the enemy in our will,
We live by the numbers and die for the kill,
To any god in radar-range we offer up our hate,
Holding the last laugh for the punch line of our fate.
I guess you have to be tough,
I guess you have to be mean,
In a world that needs such a thing.