The Damage ManualSunset Gun

From the moment I woke, In receipt of a blackmail note, And all of these curious eyes, A new disease of the last seen eyes, A live christ in the city, I got my black-eyed mind, I'm gonna poison up the wrong way round, Like a bad design. It's in the way that I'm cold, Left dealing with a famished soul, I won't give you the time, It's greed sparked in a goldmine, I can't view your condition, It's as failed as they come, Great failures are forced into our famished eyes With a gun. It's in the way that I'm cold, Left dealing with a famished soul, It's all as fake as they come, Burn my eyes like a sunset gun. Your point of collapse- My mark of indifference, Its all as fake as they come, Burn my eyes like a sunset gun, It's not like you care, Even at my insistence, Its all as fake as they come- Burn my eyes like a sunset gun. I won't give you the time, It's grief sparked in a goldmine, Its in the way that I'm cold, Left dealing with a famished soul, Its all as fake as they come, Burn my eyes like a sunset gun.
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