| i want to sing into your eyes, your | |
| dilated eyes die criminal die | |
| are you the kind of man that would | |
| hold your breath to part with your | |
| lungs? | |
| are you the kind of man that would | |
| cry fake tears to save your eyes from | |
| the sight of your own blood? | |
| because now's the time with torso high | |
| you gave a brave look but you're not | |
| so high anymore now i pulled the | |
| trigger once so i could see you dance i | |
| guess there was just enough gunsalt to | |
| ricochet up and and pt a hole in your | |
| head ...because now's your time. | |
| canto funbre froever we march | |
| you've made a sea of calloused hearts | |
| to loathe. |