[Eyedea] Yeah, he used to shoot it in the air for kicks Promise he had perfect aim, swore that he couldn't miss Wore it underneath his belt because by law that was his right Besides you never know what type of danger's hiding in the night He said he'd never use it in a fight, he'd take a punch instead And it made him feel at home, he used to hunt with Grandpa as a kid As time went on he started to think more and more about what he would do If he was home and someone kicked down his door Paranoia kept increasing He kept imagining a tragedy, as if it was inevitable trying to prepare himself For how he'd feel if he ever had to steal a life to save a loved one's or his own That soul-less piece of metal was the boss in the relationship he bought it to keep him safe But it just made him sick And it wasn't until the day that he got rid of it that he felt like He was safe, no longer a slave to that piece of sh** [Hook: Eyedea] You can own it but mostly it will own you, yeah [x7] You can own it but mostly it will own you, no