The Damage Manual: Sunset Gun

The Damage Manual: Sunset Gun From the moment I woke, in receipt of a blackmail note, and these curious eyes, a new disease of the last seen eyes, a live Christ in the city, I got my black-eyed mind, I'm gonna poison up the wrong way round, like a bad design. It's in the way that I'm cold, left dealing with a famished soul, I won't give you the time, it's greed sparked in a goldmine, I can't view your condition, it's as failed as they come, great failures are forced into our famished eyes with a gun. It's in the way that I'm cold, left dealing with a famished soul, it's all as fake as they come, burn my eyes like a sunset gun. Your point of collapse- my mark of indifference, its all as fake as they come, burn my eyes like a sunset gun, it's not like you care, even at my insistence, its all as fake as they come- burn my eyes like a sunset gun. I won't give you the time, it's grief sparked in a goldmine, its in the way that i'm cold, left dealing with a famished soul, its all as fake as they come, burn my eyes like a sunset gun.