This Gun

This Gun
This gun is resting against my head,
I'd sooner pull the trigger than hear your voice again,
I'd rather be dead.
You talk, you fuc*** scream right through me.
Nothing but fear and silence is all I hear.
Its all I hear, its all I fuc*** hear.
One thousand cliches could never describe your ignorance.
You ain't fighting for difference,
You're just clinging to an old tradition,
That you don't even understand.
You are scared of change.