Now am I just creative
Or was I meant to be a killer
Killing lovers in the street
Sometimes the most unlikely
Prove themselves to be a liar
Everything you said to me
I, I'm glad I'm alive
There is no way
I'm touching ground again
I saw a blind man shackled
By his hands and feet, escaping
When his face hit the concrete
And the same way you play vicious
That's the same way you agree
Endearing
An endearing empathy
I, I'm glad I'm alive
There is no way
I'm touching ground again
I'd be shot in the back
By my fears
Whoa, shot in the back
By my fears
Shot in the back
By my fears
I'd be shot in the back
By my fears
I'm telling you
I'm glad I'm alive
There is no way
I'm touching ground again
Uh-huh