I scale the razor while I rope over the dead space and
arrows sticking out that bulls- eye tattooed on my breastplate
I'm high flying, tasting the poison on the clouds breath,
a little bit too nervous just to follow when that crowds steps
I break, break, into little tiny pieces and vanish and you can take,
take all the memories and make patterns of em
And say, say, that you'll never
think about me when they ask
And if they don't look like they trust
you can turn around and dash
And this is awful to say but I don't
That tooth was through your lip before
you ever started eating me
Beatin' it downs not what you need to be taught here,
I'm beggin you just to stop for a little bit
And let that broken record play for you
And you can smell the smoke from all
the pain it took to lay its groove
And fall into that place where you
can die from it or face the truth
It's silly, 'cause I all see is
danger when I lay with you
The voices start talking and saying
I know they say happiness is a warm gun,
and sorrow is a cold jagged blade
I know they say happiness is a warm gun
I know they say happiness is a warm gun,
and sorrow is a cold jagged blade
I know they say happiness is a warm gun and
How come your eyes hurt me so bad?
Mirrors or windows? can you feel that?
how would you describe that?
I fear I'm too simple. How come
your hands are so, so cold?
My skin or yours? no circulation, heavy pulse
I fear with every use to me
That caution so convincing,
fully engage the arm hairs, drys out the mouth
It's alkaline, count the cate, that courage,
That head devise, spin, spin,
with a big fake grin and the skin gettin thicker by the blink
Know the ill by the stink and
Know the real by the stare
Know the real by the gut,
know to seal your convictions with steel
Know steal by how it stings your feelings,
no feelings searing like spice in a con life
With the fears like contacts and never call any backs,
And I feel foul 'bout it,
but so much lighter 'bout it, right?
I know they say happiness is a warm gun ,
and sorrow is a cold jagged blade
I know they say happiness
I know they say happiness is a warm gun,
and sorrow is a cold jagged blade
I know they say happiness is a warm gun and I got it torn and
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