Marion Crane - Bullet | Текст песни

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• Marion Crane
• Bullet

What will it be? What will it be? Is it black or white, is it heads or tails.
Vicodin. Opium. Got my gun. Where's my placebo?

Should I seal it with a kiss or with a bullet?
All of these are a tease to something more

Violence is not dead, it's resting in your head.
Beneath the surface, driven by purpose.

Thorazine. Lithium. Where to run? Over the rainbow.

Should I seal it with a kiss or with a bullet?
All of these are a tease to something more.