The Damage Manual: Sunset Gun

The Damage Manual: Sunset Gun
From the moment I woke,
in receipt of a blackmail note,
and these curious eyes,
a new disease of the last seen eyes,
a live Christ in the city,
I got my black-eyed mind,
I’m gonna poison up the wrong way round,
like a bad design.

It’s in the way that I’m cold,
left dealing with a famished soul,
I won’t give you the time,
it’s greed sparked in a goldmine,
I can’t view your condition,
it’s as failed as they come,
great failures are forced into our famished eyes
with a gun.

It’s in the way that I’m cold,
left dealing with a famished soul,
it’s all as fake as they come,
burn my eyes like a sunset gun.

Your point of collapse-
my mark of indifference,
its all as fake as they come,
burn my eyes like a sunset gun,
it’s not like you care,
even at my insistence,
its all as fake as they come-
burn my eyes like a sunset gun.

I won’t give you the time,
it’s grief sparked in a goldmine,
its in the way that i’m cold,
left dealing with a famished soul,
its all as fake as they come,
burn my eyes like a sunset gun.