Candle in the Night

I'm on a midnight death trip.
To where the world wants to take me.
I don't care when I get back.
But you're blood will be on the concrete.

I'm so sick of your lies.
You make me want to,
sew up my eyes.

Alibis and goodnight cries won't do.
They only salt the wound.
So when I return from work,
please don't let dinner cool.

I'm so sick of your lies.
You make me want to,
silence my mind.

Love and money go great together.
If you're into that ****.
But you gestured for more,
and now you'll pay for it.

I'm so sick of your lies.
You're gonna make me,
start to go blind.

Apocalypse is the end of time.
Solar eclipses make great valentines.
Believing what you read,
is compromising your own beliefs inside your head.
You believed in promises.