Now murder needs a weapon,
And I just need a crime.
This parking lot's littered with leeches alike.
They're the kind that you find,
So easy to target,
Yet harder to kill.
My senses are mine again when I find,
Reality crushes the will.
It's not worth the effort,
Or the breath that you'll take.
To gun them down, pick them off one by one.
Velvet rope antics, bullish romantics.
Scar themselves blind.
I should walk away, leave things undone.
It's a gun, it's patiently waiting,
For someone to wickedly come,
Pull the trigger and run.
Jumping the gun.
Yes, it's a fact.
As soon as I got here I was back in the door.
Okay, I admit it, sometimes I get caught,
In the structure of social decor.
It's so easy to get here.
You want what's inside.
I'm telling you honestly,
I wouldn't want to be caught dead in this line.
It's not worth the effort,
Or the breath that you'll take.
To gun them down, pick them off one by one.
Velvet rope antics, bullish romantics.
Scar themselves blind.
I should walk away, leave things undone.
It's a gun, it's patiently waiting,
For someone to wickedly come,
Pull the trigger and run.
Jumping the gun.
Okay, you were right,
And yes I should've known,
There's a contradiction.
And hey, I'm not alone.
Fuck this whole scene,
And all it's misery.
This parking lot's made for falling grenades,
But they won't fall on you and me.
Even better than firing,
Is knowing I could have..
To gun them down, pick them off one by one.
Velvet rope antics, bullish romantics.
Scar themselves blind.
I should walk away, leave things undone.
It's a gun, it's patiently waiting,
For someone to wickedly come,
Pull the trigger and run.
