Pumping my heart for all the blood i can itssleeping through onto my shirt i swear its not a conspiracy thats what i like to tell myself anyway take your photograghs and flowers raise your glasses to the ceiling in unison with guns to our heads pull the trigger now were dead the pictures burn a hole through the back of my head shes on a rampage for the broken hearts the pictures burn a hole through the back of my head as soot covers the floor ill guard my chest tonight shes on a rampage for broken hearts stop trying to revive this lifeless heart and stop faking your compressions of compassion everything i touch has fallen to pieces as we all fall down i gave you my last breath you gave me two shots to the chest as i slowly let you tear me to pieces for one last time