Excessive Force Finger On The Trigger
There’s a voice
It was silenced
There’s a shadow
That I never called my own
There’s a likeness
It is faded
There’s a shock
That is ringing in the air
No one would say that the government has hitmen
But they do
Assassinate
Minister hate
I am like the finger on the trigger
Of a gun in your back
There’s a wrong word
That was spoken at the wrong time
There’s a life
That ceases to be
Got no innocence
Got no rules
Got an eye on you
Wherever you go
