I Am A Machine Gun Lyrics - Showbread

It turns my stomach every night 

like scattering bats in disrupted flight 

the idea of ideas and tired points to pierce the skin 

little children lining up and losing all of their time 

Losing all their time 

I don't have the time for my own lifetime 

when you blink my stay here is over 

batting those long eyelashes, baby save yourself the trouble 

And separate from this strangling cable 

I have won victory over death 

won like an automatic weapon 

fingers itching, itching for my trigger 

I am a firearm, a machine gun 

Walk this tired planet, make sand castles in the tide 

I am not my own, so I will not call this place my home 

I do not belong to me, and I do not have a care to see 

my hands reaching out for wind, 

like you're reaching out for wind 

Counting the days, counting the scars 

counting the miles to get this far 

and looking back at nothing, looking back at nothing 

and I turn to look up at your flags laughing 

thinking of how sad it is to see you capture butterflies in mason jars 

I rip my rib cage open and proclaim, I belong to Christ