Killing You With Style

Tightly gripped fist around a picture that was on display
By the time you receive this message, maybe the stinging in my chest will finally subside
Falling faster like a meteor...with no final destination
We aren't united anymore, we're an ammunation
I know this for sure, this is choking the life out of me and you are not the fucking cure (forget what you believe)

(chorus)
She needs a new facelift
Nobody will believe that smile
She needs a new dream, where needles haven't been for awhile
They need an answer, come on baby, you're in denial
But no matter where the bullets spray...we kill with style

Richly infactuated with guns, but we don't know the meaning of patience
Might as well light up and shoot yourself in the arm...
A remix on desperation
They're taking us out one by one like the red dragons spreading through my veins
Seems like this form of warfare is coming back around again
We are the latest primetime sitcom
The guns are the characters and we can't be fooled...
The dialogue starts whent the trigger is pulled...

She needs a new facelift
Nobody will believe that smile
She needs a new dream, where needles haven't been for awhile
They need an answer, come on baby, you're in denial
But no matter where the bullets spray...we kill with style

Pressure, pressure.."desperate times call for desperate measures"
This world of bliss is collapsing
...and I got chills runnin' down my spine
As the credits begin to roll...
It looks like we all ran out of time

She needs a new facelift
Nobody will believe that smile
She needs a new dream, where needles haven't been for awhile
They need an answer, come on baby, you're in denial
But no matter where the bullets spray...we kill with style