You have a handicap    it's an extension of    that you use instead of    exposing your feelings    You're staring at me through cross hair eyes    You're thoughts are powerless    to the death that you hold    in the palm of your hand    it's your false sense of security    I can control everything    i will give you your likfe    i can take it away    i will pass my judgement    But who will protect me if i won't choose your way    I put this gun in your hand    You should go do the right thing    and turn this gun on yourself    along with the rest of your clones    for the sake of society and do us all a favor    go ahead i dare ya!