Play a fair game for something not so concerned with safety.

You pulled the weapon.
Smoking barrels never lied before.
You pulled the weapon.
Smoking barrels never lied before.

Good morning to the ceiling,
Flat on your back, barely breathing.
To sick to keep it all up in your head.
I've got the medicine for this sinful sick disaster.
"burn out tonight" we say.

Sort through the wreckage of transmitted tragedy.
Ohhh pace the walls of the ideas you believe.
It's all the rage.
It's all the same.
Try find a plot.
Try find a place.

Play a fair game for something not so concerned with safety.

You pulled the weapon.
Smoking barrels never lied before.
You pulled the weapon.
Smoking barrels never lied before.

Ohhhhhh
Take a life that wont leave you behind.

Good morning to the ceiling
Flat on your back barely breathing.
To sick to keep it all up in your head.
I've got the medicine for this sinful sick disaster.
"burn out tonight" we say.
We Sayyyyy