Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

The sun will shine upon you

But not on all the others

You are sugar sweet, so fine I'd like to eat

Your apple's poison seed 

Will be the end of me



In the darkest den 

The coolest lion sends

A message to my head

It made me squirm, it said

You were born to make me die



You are the final word, you are the pound another

You are the cops that murder my support to love laws

You are the persona, you are the broken arrow

You are the hunt that shot into everything I do



Well and perfectly your soul will leave your body

Now that I'm involved with pistols at noon

And any moment soon you'll be so unhappy

Because you will finally know that

You were born to make me fight



You are the final word, you are the pound another

You are the cops that murder my support to love laws

You are the persona, you are the broken arrow

You are the hunt that shot into everything I do



We are the final word, we are the love another

We are the cops that follow your support to love laws

We are the personal and we are the straightened arrow

We are the hunt that lays it down for all the reason

Give me a reason