Crazy Little Voices

Time is not a friend of mine It forces me to wait For symbols of reality Inscriptions of my faith I can hear the laughter now The universal joke That mercy, insecurity Absurdity, I spoke Walk with me, my children Walk into the sea Those crazy little voices Talk to me and say, they say... Bring me the gun, the gun Bring me the gun, the gun "The gun?" you say "But why the gun?" Is it too dark to see The mental bars or fearful thoughts And dark insanity? Keep in mind and not in heart For feeling can betray What little hope you demonstrate As opposed to what you say Walk with me, my children Walk into the sea I can give no reason For you to follow me I come without conscious And I don't have a name Those crazy little voices Talk to me and say, they say... Bring me the gun! The gun Bring me the gun, the gun Bring me the gun... Bring it to me, bring it to me Bring me the gun... Bring it to me, bring it to me