​No More Rounds for the Chamber

 

Some days, I feel helpless. There seems to be no end to the violence that is gripping our world. The shootings in America, the attacks in Paris, the war in Syria, ISIS and police brutality.

I consider myself an optimist, but it’s hard to wear those rose-colored glasses when it seems like the world we live in is crumbling around us.

Unless people start making some major changes, I don’t think everything will be ok. The change needs to start with you and me.

My plan is to start by doing little things to make this world a better place. I mean, we have to start somewhere. So I wrote this song.

Sign of the times

It’s a sign of the times we’re living in

Sign of the times

We’re all numb to the headlines


And we’re shooting them all down

We’re shooting them all down

We’re shooting them all down

Until the bullets barely make a sound


Ambulance lights

Shine like a Christmas tree

In America’s night

We’re just filling up the mortuary


And we’re shooting them all down

We’re shooting them all down

We’re shooting them all down

Until the bullets barely make a sound


Steel on bone

no more rounds for the chamber

in the catacombs

Everyone’s a stranger


And we’re shooting them all down

We’re shooting them all down

We’re shooting them all down

Until the bodies barely make a sound



A song may not save the world, but in this climate music and art is needed now more than ever. I challenge you to do something small to make this world a better place. It could be something as simple as a smile. Until we start a colony on Mars, we’re all stuck on this rock together. Let’s try to make it a little bit better where we can.