. . . Or Is That Blood?
I won't be your victim
I won't give you this
You have one last chance
To set things right before you are dead
And I know they won't be set right
Because your words are the bullets
Aimed at my heart
Aimed at my soul
Pull the trigger to end this love
Pull the trigger
Stop the pictures in your mind
Because they'll remind you
Just how much you hate to cry
These shattered mirrors stain my hands
And wipe away my face
Scriptures under the lime light
Devour my unstable mornings
For you this ain't no disco