I can see it
I can feel it
I can point it
It's heading straight to the brain
I don't stop it
I don't reject it
I don't shoot it down
what I see
what I have
what I feel
See, now it's so shining in my eyes
See, now it's so shining in your head
When it fills up the land,
so sweet scape we get called chaos
It's knocking you
It's cracking
It's shouting out
Here's my chain-shot
I can laugh out
I can cry out
I can ask my head
stinging, cutting beating smashing cells
But you don't see
but you don't care
I just need to set the seed
to blow and then shoot out
Next warhead could be my hatred
Next warhead could be your sorrow
Bet what your head will squeak out
Choose the next one or you'll be dead
It's knocking you
It's cracking
It's shouting out
Here's my chain-shot
my dear chain-shot
Hate to the one
Bait to the next shot
Sad to the one
Laugh to the next shot
Joy to the one
Craze to the next shot
Pick it and dig it and kick it
Keen kids say, "I got a headache bad!"