Well I can’t pull your finger up off of that trigger, oh my friend

But if you give me just minute I could paint a better picture of how this could all end

How many times

How many lies

Did it take for you to get here?

You feel a quick draw seesaw

This is symptomatic of a malady

(already bled)

Well I can’t band-aid every little grenade buried in your soul

You’re fighting in a tug-a-war

On your knees on the floor

Losing all control

How many lines to the divine

Feel trapped inside the ceiling

Caught in a quick draw seesaw

This is symptomatic of a malady

Caught in a quick draw seesaw

This is symptomatic of a malady

You may feel small

But the Lord over all

Has your name written on His hand

Mockery and apathy

You have no mastery

And we won’t fear your demands

We are children of God

You cannot skeletally resurrect the demons that Jesus put to death

All that you lost is found in the cross

And risen as He said

How many times until you start to see?

Give Him your quick draw

Your seesaw

The King’s already bled

You may feel small

But the Lord over all

Has your name written on His hand

Mockery and apathy

You have no mastery

And we won’t fear your demands

We are children of God

We are children of God

We are children of God

We are children oh

How many times

How many lives

Did it take for you to get here?

Let go your quick draw seesaw

This is symptomatic of a King

(already bled)

(Already bled)