sexta-feira, 13 de janeiro de 2017

Morbid Vision

You're so attractive when
Your body is on the floor
Streets are circled and
The whole world stops
As the walls come down on the break of dawn
A thousand eyes stare in wonder

Well, I hope you're entertained
When I give you my last breath
Crash, crash, crash
Pick up the pieces of shattered glass

The hopes you offer more
Drive them to this road
Stand outside your door
This crowd is yours
And the only puzzle that they'd like to solve
Is your guts spilled on the floor

Well, I hope you're entertained
When I give you my last breath
See you never again
I'll be coming home in a body bag

You have a lot of sway
For a morbid vision
Such a facisnation
One cannot escape