Sunset Gun - Pigface

from the moment I woke,

in receipt of a blackmail note,

and all of 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.