Some uninvited scene
Facing the gray parade
Bullet holes in the doorway
She picks up the phone and says
'Christ made the gun'
She smiles through gritted teeth
You are my weapon now
Never loaded
You are my weapon now
Close eyes and open fire
Awkward, frightening
Never made the right scene
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down
Window closes
Blood among the roses
Ashes ashes
We all fall down
She stares through him and says
'Know that I am unafraid'
'However futile, at least it livens up the day'
Another altered state
Monday's a trigger device
Close eyes and open fire
Burn
We all fall down