Murder, question for the hour.
Should she paint the town red again?
Such an act of compassion, such a waste of life.
She
awakes her smile with the keys in her hand.
Pretty facial mod with tire marks in his skin.
He'll wait to forgive you.
He'll lose
this time and never win.
Like clockwork, how the tables have turned.
This tragic play of cards you've been dealt.
Fall in love,
lose your life.
Back and forth again, it's suicide.
Love is suicide, it's freedom's child.
She couldn't bear the pain.
Broken
skies beyond the diagnosed, fade the sun to black and wait for the ghost.
Love is suicide, it's freedom's child.
She couldn't bear
the pain.
No sense to beg for mercy.
No sense to reconcile now.
