Guns for Hands
Twenty One Pilots Lyrics

I know what you think in the morning
I understand the thoughts that go through your head every morning

When the sun shines on the ground
When the sun is up and bright

And shows what you have done
And reveals your actions

It shows where your mind has gone
It reveals the state of your mind

And you swearing to your parents
And you promising your parents

That it will never happen again
That your actions will not be repeated

I know, I know oh ow, what that means, I know oh oh oh ow
I understand the gravity of the situation

That you all have guns
That you all have dangerous weapons

And you never put the safety on
And you don't take proper precautions to avoid accidents

And you all have plans, to take it, to take it
And you all have intentions to use your guns

Don't take it, take it, take it
Don't use it, use it, use it

I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep
I'm attempting to rest

But I can't, but I can't when you all have
But I cannot when you all possess

Guns for hands, yeah
Dangerous weapons that could cause harm to others

Let's take this a second at a time
Let's approach this slowly and carefully

Let's take this one song, this one rhyme
Let's analyze this particular piece of music

Together, let's breathe
Let's take deep breaths together

Together, to the beat
To the rhythm of the music

But there's hope out the window
But there is a glimmer of hope

So that's where we'll go
That's where we will head to

Let's go outside and all join hands
Let's leave the indoors and hold hands together

But until then you'll never understand
But until then, you will not comprehend

We've turned our hands to guns, traded our thumbs for ammunition
We've turned our hands into weapons

I must forewarn you of my disorder, or my condition
I must caution you of my mental illness

'Cause when the sun sets, it upsets what's left of my invested interest
Because when the sun goes down, my emotional stability weakens

Interested in putting my fingers to my head
Considered self-harm

The solution is, I see a whole room of these mutant kids
The answer is, I need to see an entire room filled with people just like me

Fused at the wrist, I simply tell them they should shoot at this
Bound together, I suggest they direct their aggression elsewhere

Simply suggest my chest and this confused music
Simply aim at my chest and listen to this perplexing music

It's obviously best for them to turn their guns to a fist
It is recommended that they redirect their violent tendencies into physical force