It`s Not Paranoia If They`re Shooting Live Bullets Lyrics

It`s Not Paranoia If They`re Shooting Live Bullets lyrics



i’m dressed for the kill now. i’m dressed for our funeral. a
dress down affair. an accident addressed to me from you... a self-inflicted
starving state. succinctly salacious sanctimony... we knew we’d be the
death of us (but no amount of preparation could cushion the blow)... with every
word, with every thought, we betray us... we betray us (and I can’t
forget it).