God's Little Boy

Shoot out of bed, with your sheets soaking wet

Old familiar rage twisting high above your head

Watch in wonder, see it unravel

From a coiled up old snake to a tendril of fire

You found your joy, you’re God’s little boy

Lean into the mirror, now it's so much clearer

Through the eyes of your father and the voice of your creator

You made your decision, you got a holy vision

Now you move with grace and deadly precision

You found your joy, you’re God’s little boy

You try your best to listen, now you cannot hear him

Over sounds of the screaming, tires squealing, people pleading

Shards of broken glass and a bullet finds your chest

A deep and silent red over everything is cast

You think of her then, her cold eyes laughing

Her body moves away and her face is disappearing

But you found your joy, you’re God's little boy

And all those girls with their words are gonna be sorry