Logic should tell you there's something wrong
You tried to sever your lead gut feeling
From the mob mentality
And you tried to sever
Your own self doubt from it's likeness to the prey
Something malfunctions
In the self taught school of children malfunctioning.
They know not what they do
And granted there are reasons
For the cross-hair target
But the fact remains no one had to remind you
What a trigger does
You demonstrate your survival tactics
So the fact remains. but the blood it stains
They'll learn in time their likeness to the prey
They'll learn in time they make themselves the pawns
I take it back. not everyone is that smart