Sadistik, Ceschi - Firing Squad lyrics

(Ah, the simple life) yeah, this is my rifle
There are many like it, but this one is mine

I had a heart of gold, I wore it on my sleeve
Vampire bit my arm and then it tore in three
I melted down the pieces and
Sold them for a fee and all I got was some
Boredom from the normalty

Born to bleed
Probably never get more than what's
Been thorn from me swarms of bees
Still sting to the rhythm of
A Grindcore horrible scream morrissey
Taught me never to forget those
Pretty girls who make graves
But could it be a mistake to ache
I'm Joan of Arc
Burning on a stake this day and age

All I ever wanted was to cut open my stomach
Let the butterflies go back home
That's all I know
That's Prozac, notes pass through me
Usually, I don't show that spooky side
I hide a mile high
Shine so bright I might go blind
Idle eyes, rifle sights
Cycle go through my vital signs
With a title fight
Never rival side and silly motherfucker
With a psycho mind
I go on a high note like a Bible line
But I don't lie though
So fire those, nice rifles at my temples
Watch me die slow
Watch 'em all agree I'm monster in the pm
And marijuana Tijuana caught up in Tequila
Onomatopoeia when the heart beats off-beat
I don't wanna be another xerox
Copy, watch me, re-animate a zombie
Melancholy's always on my mind
My my mind may defy
My mine own guidelines that I know
They'll probably bite soon
So when High Noon comes
I'll set down my two guns
Tick-tock, quickdraw, instant
These holes are my own flesh
Count to five, bound and tied and blindfolded
They ready, they aim and now I'm so dead

Distance makes the heart grow fonder
So I pulled mine outta my chest
Hurled off to the deepest
Darkest black yonder into a hornets nest
Where they picked apart everything
I loved and left the remains for the birds
Broken, aimless, but we’re famous, painted
God never could maintain his work
Complex of these poison tounges
Life has tested me more than once
Took the best of me, fucked aggressively
Fed me to the wolves for my gods
To a thousand tiny red
Pixels covering your canvas
Every single syllable I spit is a
Pivotal piece of me unleashed
Representing my tangled anguish

All I ever wanted was to cut open my stomach
And strangle my enemies with the intestines
That I pull from it
And I've been a bull running
Everytime I seen red the scene fled
Know that my motherfucking team was best
But please, believe the week
Everything the magazines the teens fed
So when I scream it from the top
Of my lungs I mean this plead
With the streets that leave my team dead

"Emotionally I have a lot of pain
And I'm stunned that six human
Beings would stand in
Front of one human being and fire 46
Shots i just don't understand
That it appeared to
Be a firing squad dressed in police uniforms"

(Fuck the police! Fuck the police!
Nine to yo dome like, fuck the police!
Fuck the police! Fuck the police!
Nine to yo dome like, fuck the police)