(Verse 1: Tyler Luke)
Shooting stars in the sky are like the bullets on earth
The copper from the .40 cal stole another birth
Another legend with a pen, another legend from a pen
Another legend in the pen, another legend in the end
You never know what it's like
When You're walking through the night
And you stumble round this life
And you fiddle with that knife
And you turn riches to greed
And you turn Samaritans to fiends
And you forget about your dreams
Because you're focused on that green
You can't remember your words
You stutter on your mind to the point of where
A wrong turn turns to the point of no return
Why is it easier to destroy your future than to create your fate
Why is it so hard to promise another minute, hour, or day
They're Breaking legs, cutting Achilles, having people tripping
Like Albert Hoffman's dripping on the drink you're sipping on
The music is resonating in your head because it's subliminal
A Sublime time will leave you on the tar like Bradley Nowell
You should know well that Noel should bring people together
But there hasn't been any effort to stop the gunshots in December
When can we stop leaving other family members dead?
Without the Smith and Wesson on your shoulders
And the id screaming in your head
We need your super ego to be a super hero to over come all the evil
But Who know that living backwards will have you walking on needles
It will have you hunted like a Beatle on the streets of New York
And the voices lurking in your ears will have you going bezerk
Oxymoronic that the best of best people die first
But is the person on the screen the same person in the hearse?
Is the person on the screen the same person in the hearse?