Staring at the window panes
Russian roulette with some names on the phone
When I stare at your face, are you even alive?
Oh my god, youre so fucking intelligent
Dont you just love the use of Andy Warhol
We always know that we were never the best advocates
Its okay
From gray to red
Holy fuck, Im impressed
Too bad I dont have a pussy to partake
While I sit here in sermon chairs
Heres our Nobel Prize, lets gamble our demise
Staring at the window panes
Russian roulette with some names on the phone
Hey you, where you from?
Nevermind, just leave me alone
I drained the wells, so the town has no water
I cut the powerlines and buried the graves
I drank the blood from the fortunate ones
And self-destruction cause were all the same
Hurry up, trading the gold for cash
Thats what everyones saying
Dont blame me for post-economical backlash
Thats what everybodys doing
Sometimes, I cant believe myself
Consequences in the purest form
I see them coming from miles away
Im down with brown town
Its only seconds away