Sing me a shotgun serenade, lover.
My love burns unyielding, like the fire of Hell.
Destined to die, to die loveless.
To such perverse lifes,
Sing me a shotgun serenade, friend.
Whilst stroking metal against your china cheek,
Black hair draping across algae eyes
Flames rooted deep inside
So wrong this poison alcohol.
Drunkenly beautiful, still stroking
Scraping the skin of your flesh.
This uncomforable, wrong desire
Painful, pretty love.
Sing me a shotgun serenade, tormentor.
Catch me in the eye,
Our society is falling down, crumbling
yet your fingers still dance upon the
Ivory and ebony teeth,
Forcing strange music out.
Cobwebs cloud your sanity
As dust falls on your hair.
From the curtain that fall down.
The musical box is silenced.
Sing me a shotgun serenade, father.
Warped eyes yelling in disappointment
Falling away, infinitely.
Dies away, I can't remember anymore.
All i remember is her and the music,
You never understood music,
Striking, vulgar music
Screamed in your ears, lovingl