Texty:
Falling Out Anatomy Of A Gun

barrel toward my face, pull the trigger into place Send me straight down to the ground and hide me so that I'm not found Dismember my body and the anatomy of your gun

Before you pushed me too far Close your eyes and hold your breath I'll push from this ledge You'll fall to the ocean like a brick of lead You'll fall

So we begin to say goodbye to you These are the tears that we have shed for you The smiles that we've shared will linger in our heads... And you will

A stream of lights cuts through the darker shades of black and blue Only to reveal the dying figures of the two. With the signatures of blood washed

Take this piece of glass let it cut real deep into your wrists Let the blood fall down your arm and fall into the floor Stain your name, where it does

Past tense into pre tense Future into failure with lies You made me care about computer technology Philosophies of a woman, shaped into the heart of a