Guns For Hands

Twenty One Pilots

I know what you think in the morning

When the sun shines on the ground

And shows what you have done

It shows where your mind has gone.

And you swear to your parents

That it will never happen again

I know, I know what that means

I know

That you all have guns

And you never put the safety on

And you all have plans

To take it, don't take it

I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep

I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep

But I can't, but I can't when you all have

Guns for hands, yeah.

I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep

I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep

But I can't, but I can't when you all have

Guns for hands, yeah.

Let's take this one second at a time

Let's take this one song, this one rhyme

Together, let's breathe

Together, to the beat

But there's hope out the window

So that's where we'll go

Let's go outside and all join hands

But until then you'll never understand

That you all have guns

And you never put the safety on

And you all have plans

To take it, don't take it

I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep

I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep

But I can't, but I can't when you all have

Guns for hands, yeah.

We've turned our hands to guns, trade in our thumbs for ammunition,

I must forewarn you, of my disorder, or my condition,

'Cause when the sun sets, it upsets what's left of my invested interest,

Interested in putting my fingers to my head,

The solution is, I see a whole room of these mutant kids,

Fused at the wrist, I simply tell them they should shoot at this,

Simply suggest my chest and this confused music, it's,

Obviously best for them to turn their guns to a fist.

I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep

I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep

But I can't, but I can't,

When you all have

Guns for hands, yeah.

I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep

I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep

But I can't, but I can't,

When you all have

Guns for hands, yeah.