Post Mortum Mash

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

It was all laid out in front of me
She's dead, getting cold on the bed, profusely bleeding
It was all set up, they framed me
They put her in my life, put my prints on the knife
I can already see the news headlines
I can already see the ending

You call this a catastrophe
But darker the sun gets
The better I see
You call this a catastrophe
But darker the sun gets
The better I see

It was all the fault of the jury
They were business men, I was an artist and a friend
It was all set up, they hate me
They're gonna put me away for life, no argument or strife
And I can already see the headlines


You call this a catastrophe
But darker the sun gets
The better I see
You call this a catastrophe
But darker the sun gets
The better I see

You call this a life sentence
But I'm just laughing
Could this get any better
You have saved me

You call this a life sentence
But I'm just laughing
Could this get any better
You have saved me

You saved me from the sun
Saved the next girl from the gun
Saved this situation from escalating
I didn't want to be the one
But you make it so much fun
The way your detective looks
When he's onto something

You saved me from the sun
Saved the next girl from the gun
Saved this situation from escalating
I didn't want to be the one
But you make it so much fun
The way she looks when shes decaying

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