Some Guns You Never Hear Blast

I'm a loner, loser, lost
Far away from home
Alone
Most of all I'm a stoner

I'm young, dumb, wreckless and bored
I won't live for long
And when I'm gone
I'll be dead and doomed to wander

I can navigate the darkness
I just shut my eyes 'cause I can't see anyway
But I know what I hear

Double AA batteries don't exist
Because all this shit is rechargeable

I'm not an artist
My hands fall off when I try to draw
I got no gift
I only write about which you won't

What a beautiful noise
Sounds like the birth of music
Screaming, static
I can understand it

We the people are the economy
We are failing
And there is no excuse

When there's no paper left
I'll burn my house
I will fake my death

Some guns you never hear blast
Especially the ones behind your back