i want to sing into your eyes your dilated eyes die criminal die are you the kind of man that would hold your breath to part with your lungs are you the kind of man that would cry fake tears to save your eyes from the sight of your own blood because now s the time with torso high you gave a brave look but you re not so high anymore now i pulled the trigger once so i could see you dance i guess there was just enough gunsalt to ricochet up and and pt a hole in your head because now s your time canto funbre froever we march you ve made a sea of calloused hearts to loathe