Weapons in My Pocket

Nico Collins

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    Tired of carrying weapons in my pocket
    Just cause we've normalized a world that's fucking lost it
    Sell our souls and for what, a crooked profit?
    That leaves us carrying around these weapons in our pockets
    Take my knife into the shower
    Just in case my darkest hour comes
    And there's nowhere to run
    Cause if I were to get assaulted
    They would say, how I was sad and dumb
    That I misfired the gun

    But I'm tired of carrying weapons in my pocket
    Just cause we've normalized a world that's fucking lost it
    Sell our souls and for what, a crooked profit?
    That leaves us carrying around these weapons in our pockets

    Never met a darker shade
    Of violence than the one that made
    Every voice of reason dead and quiet
    As it rains down on the poor and weak
    Can't rain bombs on tyranny
    When it wages all the wars that keep us fighting

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    But I'm tired of carrying weapons in my pocket
    Just cause we've normalized a world that's fucking lost it
    Sell our souls and for what, a crooked profit?
    That leaves us carrying around these weapons in our pockets

    In our pockets
    In our pockets
    That leaves us carrying around these weapons in our pockets
    In our pockets
    In our pockets
    That leaves us carrying around these weapons in our pockets

    Everyone's afraid
    Everyone's afraid
    So beyond afraid
    No one will admit it so we pray
    Everyone's afraid
    Everyone's afraid
    So beyond afraid
    No one will admit it so we pray

    But I'm tired of carrying weapons in my pocket
    Just cause we've normalized a world that's fucking lost it (a world that's dead and gone, we've lost our way)
    Sell our souls and for what, a crooked profit?
    That leaves us carrying around these weapons in our pockets (weapons in our pockets)

    In our pockets (that I hate)
    In our pockets (that I hate)
    You tired of carrying around these weapons in your pocket?
    In your pocket (do they really keep you safe)
    In your pocket (eyes wide shut, are you awake?)
    What stole your sanity and have you fully lost it?
    Have you lost it (lost your heart, your peace of mind)
    Have you lost it (your will to find)
    The faith you need to heal a world that's only fought it
    Have you fought it?
    Have you fought it?
    The fear of carrying round these weapons in our pockets

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    Composition: Nico Collins

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