Bullets in the bathroom wall
Are more a sign of putting up Than giving into anything
You’d think of giving in to Say you saw it coming on Well show us how it comes to A blaming hand
A solemn end
A sort of sense
An empty chamber
Oh he will provide
Greater man
Have fallen victim, have fallen victim
A fallen victim
There lies
A fallen victim
A fallen victim
A fallen victim
Mirrors in a pool of sanguine