Two Guns To The Temple - Finch

Black and broken

Dirty mirror

Hands I’ve shaken

Blessed with fever

Back and forth against the wall

With second sight to see it all

Moving slowly

Until she breaks apart the animal

She prays her voices stop

Remove the cavity

A fragile hero

Makes a villain

Where’d your mind go?

A simple serum

Back and forth against the wall

With second sight to watch the fall

Mele

She plays around

We’ve lost you now

Stop