Is There a Target On...
A Masterpiece Of Failure
Your tongue dances Basking in the shade behind that gossip building Unable to commit to lying in the sun The walls pass it on Bricks whisper in my ears I taste your words Taste my gun
Your tongue dances Basking in the shade behind that gossip building Unable to commit to lying in the sun The walls pass it on Bricks whisper in my ears I taste your words Taste my gun