Eggs

These tied hands are growing bored. They can see the end is near. They are covered in lies again. More than they can disappear. Wanna take off this glove. Put another one on and run. But I wouldn't get far, I know. I've already begun. You are my own. Put the gun down. I'm laughing now at the tragedy in front of Me, so you call me blind. So maybe they'll come for us. So exit the house at night. And turn all the music off. Well, fuck you, we won't fight. You are my own. Put the gun down. I'm laughing now At the tragedy in front of me, So you call me blind. Just when our guard is down. We're taking the easiest road heading for hell. There's a hell of a party there. You'll have heaven by yourself. You are my own. Put the gun down. I'm laughing now At the tragedy in front of me, So you call me blind.