Guns For Hands

• Twenty One Pilots
• Vessel

I know what you think in the morning

When the sun shines on the ground

And shows what you have done

It shows where your mind has gone

And you swear to your parents

That it will never happen again

I know, I know

What that means, I know

That you all have guns

And you never put the safety on

And you all have plans

To take it, to take it

Don’t take it, take it, take it

I’m trying, I’m trying to sleep

I’m trying, I’m trying to sleep

But I can’t, but I can’t when you all have

Guns for hands, yeah

Let’s take this a second at a time

Let’s take this one song, this one rhyme

Together, let’s breathe

Together, to the beat

But there’s hope out the window

So that’s where we’ll go

Let’s go outside and all join hands

But until then, you’ll never understand

We’ve turned our hands to guns

Trade in our thumbs for ammunition

I must forewarn you

Of my disorder, or my condition

‘Cause when the sun sets

It upsets what’s left of my invested interest

Interested in putting my fingers

To my head

The solution is

I see a whole room of these mutant kids

Fused at the wrist

I simply tell them they should shoot at this

Simply suggest my chest

And this confused music, it’s

Obviously best for them

To turn their guns to a fist