Shoot out of bed, with your sheets soaking wet Old familiar rage twisting high above your head Watch in wonder, see it unravel From a coiled up old snake to a tendril of fire You found your joy, you’re God’s little boy Lean into the mirror, now it's so much clearer Through the eyes of your father and the voice of your creator You made your decision, you got a holy vision Now you move with grace and deadly precision You found your joy, you’re God’s little boy You try your best to listen, now you cannot hear him Over sounds of the screaming, tires squealing, people pleading Shards of broken glass and a bullet finds your chest A deep and silent red over everything is cast You think of her then, her cold eyes laughing Her body moves away and her face is disappearing But you found your joy, you’re God's little boy And all those girls with their words are gonna be sorry