Fueling the stairwell seeking behavior of secret vigilantes
A mouthful of infectious desire
Hello expiry date
Where’s your brain?
Busy cocking the gun
The devil waits, smiling
He’ll pull the trigger
Not it, nose goes and other disclaimers
These ancient skies ain’t never seen anything like this
So they sit helplessly as the sun turns off, pray their winter coats were made for this
Fucking with gunfire, don’t stand next to me.
Hold tight. Wait ‘til the party’s over
You cry like….
I suppose we can’t all be Woody Harrelson
What are you afraid of?
Pues, sic vita. It won’t be long. Yeah.