A boy playing halo in the cross county store,
love the way he handles sandals,
hate the way he thinks he's right.
He tells me all about redemtion
I tell him i don't chase that light.
"'Cause I've no time for hallelujah,
I'm not a fan of hell or heaven"
He turns away, back t'ward the sceen,
his patience simply must have gave in.
Too much gain = Ears in pain