Bruises decorate your heels
But you've gained your life
A gun wielding maniac
Drew it in drunken surprise
This is not a metaphor
It's just a really bad night
Jumping down from that
Second story window at night, It was so high
She kissed you on your mouth
As you lay down on that bed
Your eyes were burning
With a fire she is eager to forget
This is not a metaphor
It's just a really f*cked up night
Trapped in corner
Between a choice of wrong or right, oh why?
Baby, baby, don't forget
There's crawling maggots in your mouth
Weirdos knocking on your door on the road to die
Open your eyes and ride the Lion
And she weighs on your mind
Bent and broken with lies
Calling the shadow the sun
Bent and broken with lies
Crawling on the walls
Like flies with compound eyes
Stealing all available light from our lives
Baby, baby, don't forget
There's crawling maggots in your mouth
Weirdos knocking on your door on the road to die
Open your eyes and ride the Lion