Gunpoint, Headlock

There's a kid killing soldiers in his video game
Does he know we can hear it through the din of the train?
As we tilt to the left my lungs dip down to my heels
And I wonder how they got the bullets so real

And I wonder how they got the bullets so real

You would think every time I go out someone's holding me at gunpoint
You would think every time I am traveling the tracks are gonna unjoin
'Cause to think and to live and to die is just flipping out the same coin
Till there's nothing left to spend
You would think every time I go out
Someone has me in a headlock
You would think every time there's a breeze I could feel the shaking bedrock
'Cause to think and to build and to break it's the product of the same cloth
Till there's nothing left to mend

There's a bird in the fountain by the white mausoleum
Does he know this is Brooklyn and people can see him?
As he picks through the trash I try to sneak back around
But he flies at first sound of a foot on the ground

You would think every time I go out someone's holding me at gunpoint
You would think every time I am traveling the tracks are gonna unjoin
'Cause to think and to live and to die is just flipping out the same coin
Till there's nothing left to spend
You would think every time I go out
Someone has me in a headlock
You would think every time there's a breeze I could feel the shaking bedrock
'Cause to think and to build and to break it's the product of the same cloth
Till there's nothing left to mend

And I think about it, think of how
Many moments have felt like right now
Maybe paranoid, but doing well
Flap of wings and an ejecting shell
I am tilting, but I always do
I'm not quiet I am loud and new
I'm not quiet I am loud and new
I'm not quiet I am loud and new
There's a kid killing soldiers in his video game
They build worlds on the screen but they leave in the pain
There's a bird in the fountain and I write that down, too
I'm not quiet, I'm loud. I am loud and I'm new