My life is a masterpiece of confusion
And this is an ode to every delusion
Lifting the veil I'm headed for disillusion
There will be a bullet for every collusion
This is for the rain, all the strain
In this life that drives us all insane
This is for all the pain, all the shame
In this life that some call a game
(This time...)
I sing this song of feeding flaws
It could be the last song simply because
I'm always in too deep and I'm always too involved
But it's nothing that these revolvers cannot solve
So I pull out my revolvers
Finality is written on every shell
Now I pull out my revolvers
And just blow all of this to hell
Blow this all... to... hell
We can disperse with the theatrics
As well as all of these weak tactics
There's no more need for dramatics
This is a black rose for the fanatics
This is for the rain, all the strain
In this life that drives us all insane
This is for all the pain, all the shame
In this life that some call a game
(This time...)
I sing this song of feeding flaws
It could be the last song simply because
I'm always in too deep and I'm always too involved
But it's nothing that these revolvers cannot solve
So I pull out my revolvers
Finality is written on every shell
Now I pull out my revolvers
And just blow all of this to hell
Blow this all... to... hell
Fighting all the disaster with disaster
For at least I will get it over with faster
I will destroy fear I haven't mastered
When I finally put this out to pasture
This is for the rain, all the strain
In this life that drives us all insane
This is for all the pain, all the shame
In this life that some call a game
(This time...)
I sing this song of feeding flaws
It could be the last song simply because
I'm always in too deep and I'm always too involved
But it's nothing that these revolvers cannot solve
So I pull out my revolvers
Finality is written on every shell
Now I pull out my revolvers
And just blow all of this to hell
Blow this all... to... hell