I taught you to struggle
I taught you to kill
I taught you to steal in order to feel
Just load my barrel and I’ll divide their faces
Fragment their hearts and freeze the changes
I’m yer tommy gun
I’m yer tommy gun

My name is the riddle, swallow slow
I’ll dope you on “E” and tell you to “GO”
We’re marching to the place where no one else goes
To fight the war for babylon’s throne

Aren’t these peasants the reason you feel alone?
Expose their nightmares, don’t heal yer own
I need you conditioned to fire my shots
I’ll make you the person that gets what he wants

To protect yer thoughts and hear no tongue
To lose the place you had once begun
I’m yer tommy gun
I’m yer tommy gun

I’m carrying a million points-of-view
And a million masks to fool them too
Isn’t this what you wanted? Eternal winter?
Swallow yer soul and tease at my trigger

When its only us, yer twice the fun
They’ll bury us together - but they’ll be only one
A wealthy grave for the slave of babylon
Who felt no pain but could love none

I’m yer tommy gun
I’m yer tommy gun

Despite all your loving intentions
Your life is scattered in all directions
Who you are is just your mind’s invention
To protect yourself from their affection

How long will you toil this endless dissection
Of a personality constructed for sheer deception?
Your true identity is rooted in relation
But you seem to have made me yer consolation

If you just put me down, you’ll know and you’ll feel
That you’re still just a baby and time is unreal
That you cannot become, you can only be
That you have to not think in order to see

That the future is naught and love is free
A garden of soil, roses, and weeds