Sunset Gun (Fully Monty Sunny Orb Up Mix)

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.