Bullets And Octane

Hey, take you away
I choose my weapons wisely
So much for faith
It goes to show with both eyes closed
You fall to blood in thorn stem roses
On and on on and on
It’s such a bad bad sign
Jesus cries
Now I’m going blind, burning out your eyes
Jesus Christ
Am I going blind now that you are mine
What you want you can’t say
Black to white to pavement grey
I say yeah, yeah, yeah
Put me on, make me one
Cotton candy canvas tongue yeah, yeah
Come down and join this lie