Stations - Blacklisted

Peace is just a warm gun away

It’s deeper than where there’s a will there’s a way

I won’t grit my teeth and bare it

If my violence came in the form of a crown of thorns I’d wear it

I am so afraid, my feet are on the ground

And I still haven’t found a reason to pretend

So sweep me under the rug, so no one’s with me when I lose my head

I feel hopeless when I just wish I could feel a little less

I feel hopeless when I just wish I… wish I…