[Verse 1: Kristoff Krane]
Face to the window, back to the wall
Ink to a dry page, yield to the sign
Mummy in the casket, Pharoah will evolve
Genie in the bottle, and I'm running out of time
Lines in the sand, hands of a mime
Thoughts that we make from the past we define
I don’t need a gunshot, I just need a trigger (uh)
[Verse 2: Joe Horton]
Finger to my chest, fell in love that way
Stuck until I broke it off
Samsara, find another heart to cross and make it soft
Karma is the shot and the target too
Darkened room gets illuminated soon as the eyes open
The market’s doomed
Heavy eyelids fed sedative diets, bred for compliance
Dead to rights, quick to deny it, make it hard to prove
Solutions shine elusive in the future
Thick behind the dust cover, the suffering we’re used to
[Chorus: Kristoff Krane & *Joe Horton*]
I don’t need a gunshot
*I just need a target to hit*
I don’t need a gunshot
*I just need a target to hit*
I don’t need a gunshot
*I just need a target to hit*
All I hear are gunshots [*shot*][*shot*]
All I hear are gunshots [*shot*][*shot*]
I don’t need a gunshot
*I just need a target to hit*
I don’t need a gunshot
*I just need a target to hit*
I don’t need a gunshot
*I just need a target to hit*
All I hear are gunshots [*shot*][*shot*]
All I hear are gunshots [*shot*][*shot*]
[Verse 3: Joe Horton]
Why does one man have more beds than he can sleep in?
Where’s the line between competition and preying on peoples’ weakness?
When did truth become a sequel?
What’s a starving mouth to say to the land that fed his family for generations then degraded to chemical sand?
How could a conscious mind find relief when it’s come to believe that violence is a marker along the path to peace?
Why is advertisment good? Propaganda bad?
Insatiable desire, painting lines inside my lonely head
[Verse 5: Kristoff Krane]
Learned behavior, trance fix, robotic captain sinking ship
Limbic system, bored with primal impulse, cut the wire
Trip an ego domino effect, letting go, distorted breath
Less amused with my regret, more intuned mindfulness
The time it takes to think my way out of this empty feeling
I will choose to fill my being with the beauty that consumes me
I ruined what confused me, became new
Started being me by doing, every day's my funeral
[Chorus: Kristoff Krane & *Joe Horton*]
I don’t need a gunshot
*I just need a target to hit*
I don’t need a gunshot
*I just need a target to hit*
I don’t need a gunshot
*I just need a target to hit*
All I hear are gunshots [*shot*][*shot*]
All I hear are gunshots [*shot*][*shot*]
I don’t need a gunshot
*I just need a target to hit*
I don’t need a gunshot
*I just need a target to hit*
I don’t need a gunshot
*I just need a target to hit*
All I hear are gunshots [*shot*][*shot*]
All I hear are gunshots [*shot*][*shot*]
[Verse 6: Joe Horton:]
Truth is simple, no lines, petals bloom, men’ll die
Metal tools will fly into the sky and who knows what they’ll find
Satisfaction killed the cat, bottle time, this is that
I don’t need a gunshot, I just need a goal to chase
[Verse 7: Kristoff Krane]
And I won’t say that I know the way, or how to mold the clay
Or control the rain, I just rode the train when I was told to stay
So I fold and pray until I’m old and grey
So how much of my emotional state do I contribute to the things that I do?
Providing a sense of security, death to the purity
Guiding my higher brain through the mazes
Every habit I blindly created when I was awake
Is a testament I use as evidence to support changes
That I make in my life to see order in chaos and accept the pain waves
[Chorus: Kristoff Krane & *Joe Horton*]
I don’t need a gunshot
*I just need a target to hit*
I don’t need a gunshot
*I just need a target to hit*
I don’t need a gunshot
*I just need a target to hit*
I keep hearing gunshots [*shot*][*shot*]
I keep hearing gunshots [*shot*][*shot*]
I don’t need a gunshot
*I just need a target to hit*
I don’t need a gunshot
*I just need a target to hit*
I don’t need a gunshot
*I just need a target to hit*
All I hear are gunshots [*shot*][*shot*]
All I hear are gunshots [*shot*][*shot*]
