Now is the winter of our discontent I pulled out the splinters and knew what he meant
I placed them in piles one just one unfair one traveled for miles the other was barely there
I'm here at the crossroads to some larger fate swallowing shitloads of meaningless hate

Don't Try To Tell Me I Know When To Stop And When To Go
Don't Try To Tell Me What's Real I Know What I Feel

Faith, she's the mirror I lose myself in as the image gets clearer the struggle begins
I've suffered through seasons like this one before when any good reason was cause for a war

Don't Try To Tell Me I Know When To Stop And When To Go
Don't Try To Tell Me What's Real I Know What I Feel

Don't Try To Tell Me Who's Right It Starts Out Black Then Shifts To White
So Grab Yr Gun And Choose Yr Side Defend Yr Wounded Pride

Make My Day

GRAB YR GUN CHOOSE YOUR SIDE
LET YOUR LOVE BE YOUR GUIDE
GRAB YR GUN CHOOSE YOUR SIDE
COME ON COME ON IT'S ALRIGHT