Chain-shot To Have Some Fun

i can see it
i can feel it
i can point it
its heading straight to the brain
i dont stop it
i dont reject it
i dont shoot it down
what i see
what i have
what i feel
see, now its so shining in my eys
see, now its so shining in your head
when it fills up the land,
so sweet scape we get called chaos

its knocking you
its cracking
its shouting out
heres my chain-shot

i can laught out
i can cry out
i can ask my head
stinging, cutting beating smashing cells
but you dont see
but you dont care
i just need to set the seed
to blow and then shoot out

next warhead could be my hatred
next warhead could be your sorrow
bet what your head will squeak out
choose the next one or youll be dead

its knocking you
its cracking
its shouting out
heres my chain-shot
my dear chain-shot

hate to the one
bait to the next shot
sad to the one
laugh to the next shot
joy to the one
craze to the next shot

pick it and dig it and kick it
keen kids say, "i got a headache bad!"