I'm coming undone
Chokin' on these questions
Smells like a smoking gun in here
Smells like a smoking gun
And he says
"I am so sorry to disappoint you. You don't have a chance. No. So you may as well
You may as well lighten up and dance."
What do you want me to believe
When at every turn you change your decree
Only to leave a confusing melee
For anyone to wonder what the hell is going on?
Hot wind against my cheek
There's nothing left to do but run
Like an ungulate
The air is crusty with the smoke and ash
It burns my throat, my eyes strain to see
But damn I'm cursing this raging sun
It's burning up the life
Taker and leaver of strife
