Revolver

A guilty conscience set free

By kind compliments so that words

It mixes like a stiff drink,

Bringing the fire up and almost alive.





Ponounced procreation

Sriking down the niddle of the devils back bone.



Does it take a genius

To see the hope that lies within me?

Does it take a genius to see the hope inside?



Say you're sorry



Your wandering eyes make it hard

To see straight through the line

Your wandering eyes make it hard

To see straight through



Your wandering eyes



Pronounced procreation

Striking down the niddle of the devils back bone.