Crazy Little Voices

Time is not a friend of mine
It forces me to wait.
For symbols of reality
Inscriptions of my faith
I can hear the laughter now
The universal choke
That must be inside karate
Uncertainty I spoke.

Walk with me, my children
Walk into the sea.
Those crazy little voices
Talk to me and say ...
They say ...

Bring me the gun ... the gun. (x2)

The gun you said, but why the gun?
Is it too dark to see?
The mental bars of fearful thoughts
and dark insanity.
Keep in mind and not in heart
For feelings can betray.
What little hope you demonstrate
As opposed to watch you say.

Walk with me, my children
Walk into the sea.
I can give no reason
for you to follow me.
and I don't have a name.
Those crazy little voices
Talk to me and say ...
They say ...
Bring me the gun! The gun!
Bring me the gun! The gun!
Bring me the gun! (Give it to me, give it to me) The gun!
Bring me the gun! (Give it to me, give it to me)