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