You have a handicap 
it's an extension of 
that you use instead of 
exposing your feelings 
You're staring at me through cross hair eyes 
You're thoughts are powerless 
to the death that you hold 
in the palm of your hand 
it's your false sense of security 
I can control everything 
i will give you your likfe 
i can take it away 
i will pass my judgement 
But who will protect me if i won't choose your way 
I put this gun in your hand 
You should go do the right thing 
and turn this gun on yourself 
along with the rest of your clones 
for the sake of society and do us all a favor 
go ahead i dare ya!