Some Guns You Never Hear Blast

I can navigate the darkness
I just shut my eyes 'cause I can't see anyway
But I know what I hear
I trust my feet

Double AA batteries don't exist
Because all this shit is rechargeable
Wireless and under control

I'm not an artist
My hands fall off when I try to draw
I only write about which you won't
Its a curse

What a beautiful noise
Doors slamming, screaming women
Kids crying, static radio
Sounds like pain

We the people are the economy
We are failing
And there is no excuse

When there's no paper left
I shall cut myself
Save the tress or else
I'll fake my death

Some guns you never hear blast
Especially the ones behind your back