I steal the wind from your lungs, I take the breath from your lips,
I am tropacaine bliss, I sell Jose with a kiss
I am a dealer of words
I'll snatch your breath from your seat and sell it right back to you before I get away clean
Before I get away [clean]
This is your stereo, and your speakers are blown
In this scenario we are the Guns of Navarone
This is a mutiny
This is a masquerade
This is a pin rolling from a ticking hand grenade
Shoot each word into your veins
Sing until you can't feel pain
You are your own parasite
A windblown pilot light
Sinking like a lead balloon
Something that you cooked in a spoon
This is a firing line, this is Sweet Caroline
This is a slot machine, this a prison camp might have set fever queen
Shoot each word into your veins
(Shoot into your veins)
Sing until you can't feel pain
(Can't feel)
You're going down hard
You're going down fast
You're going down like this might be your last
You're going down hared, you're going down fast
You're going do like this might be your last
To bind up the brokenhearted
You came here to bleed
To bind up the brokenhearted
You know what you need
To bind up the brokenhearted
To bind up the brokenhearted
Shoot each word into your veins
Sing until you can't feel pain
You're going down hard, you're going down fast
You're going down like this might be your last
You're going down hard, you're going down fast
You're going down like this might be your last