Come out of your hiding places
Let's show the sun your faces
Totalitarian sunrise in the east
When we say murder the say casualties
Boys in blue tell another lie
Slap them on and lock them up
Don't ever tell 'em why
We are not your smoking gun
We are not your setting sun
You can be communist or anarchist
Or sick of all the lies
A hinduistic minimalist
Or tribalistic mind
I tip-toe through ignited battlefields
Meticulously venting for a
Glimpse into this fleeting world where
We are not your smoking gun
We are not your setting sun
We are not your proud
Giant hordes of fools will gather to our circle chants
In broken homes and ruins to listen to our rants
Dancing to their deaths
The tribal chants caress
The quandaries in their loose head nests
Will drive the armies through the gates but
We are not your smoking gun
We are not your setting sun
We are not your proud
And as the children sang the demons lay the blame
the weighted children skip down to the river bank
Our souls lift above all the abuse
But hung low to gaze into the eyes of the accused
We are bitter than most and harbor several ghosts
We're marching two by two in beat
We sing to find the antidote 'cause
We are not your smoking gun
We are not your setting sun
We are not your proud
Generation