Tightly gripped fist around a picture that was on display By the time you receive this message, maybe the stinging in my chest will finally subside Falling faster like a meteor...with no final destination We aren't united anymore, we're an ammunation I know this for sure, this is choking the life out of me and you are not the fucking cure (forget what you believe) (chorus) She needs a new facelift Nobody will believe that smile She needs a new dream, where needles haven't been for awhile They need an answer, come on baby, you're in denial But no matter where the bullets spray...we kill with style Richly infactuated with guns, but we don't know the meaning of patience Might as well light up and shoot yourself in the arm... A remix on desperation They're taking us out one by one like the red dragons spreading through my veins Seems like this form of warfare is coming back around again We are the latest primetime sitcom The guns are the characters and we can't be fooled... The dialogue starts whent the trigger is pulled... She needs a new facelift Nobody will believe that smile She needs a new dream, where needles haven't been for awhile They need an answer, come on baby, you're in denial But no matter where the bullets spray...we kill with style Pressure, pressure.."desperate times call for desperate measures" This world of bliss is collapsing ...and I got chills runnin' down my spine As the credits begin to roll... It looks like we all ran out of time She needs a new facelift Nobody will believe that smile She needs a new dream, where needles haven't been for awhile They need an answer, come on baby, you're in denial But no matter where the bullets spray...we kill with style