Lirama

From the moment I woke
In receipt of a blackmail note
And all of 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