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Look into my eyes
Stare out through your blue and black glass
Is anybody home?
Tell me that you didn’t take his one shot out of his gun
His gun
No, not everyone can be
As bullet-rich as you
You bite for affection
You rest your fangs on a silver spoon
One day you will fall
Headfirst through the cold marble floor
Can anybody catch you?
Tell me is the underground a better place with a gun?
A gun
No, not everyone can be
As bullet-rich as you
Don’t use your weapon
You bite for affection
You rest your fangs on silver
You bite for affection
You rest your fangs on a silver spoon
