Japanese Ultraviolence in D Minor - This Town Needs Guns

Heavy from poison lips

Whose tips that I

Once kissed

A long time ago

Before lifes paths filled

With obstacles

In silence

We two became one

But not for long

And all because

It made sense

When I was young and stupid

Now all at once am I

Grounded by

Your memory

But memories play tricks on me

Take over now

Satisfied

You might as well

Stay home