Must have been the gun

must have been the pills

could have been the lies

but he was sure he would set it straight this time



Way of the knife

razor sharp

broken neck

regret

entheogenic pleasure my little treasure

way of the knife



He's the one that left you here all alone in a bad atmosphere

and he's the one who's gonna hold this day above your head for the rest of your days

I had a vision the other day of you

and I holding hands in a long and dark passageway

then you looked back at me lovingly and said,