Unplug

we are walking this world
with our hands up
and our fingers crossed
hoping and praying
nothing pops off
there is no place called safe
it is? where is it, then
it's open season
for open fire
no one will escape
cried the towns crier
Amazing Grace
how sweet the sound
sings the choir
I see smoke, slowdown
where's the fire
the pulse stopped
the music ceased
everybody's afraid
running from the beast
beefing up security
societies remedy
we are all at the
mercy of a bleeding heart
if we all take apart
we can all tear it part
piece by piece
Trump thinks he's got it
 all under control
 he can't even control his tongue
better duck you might get hit
wit a lot of BULL SH*T