Guns For Show, Knives For A Pro

I saw the disappoin*******ent from across your face.
A mark of solitude.
So here's to giving in.
Your eyes have betrayed you.
And ill wear this mask of disgust for every day
I've met you.
Disarm with a smile.
Your eyes
Betrayed me.
String me another line as your knife severs my spine.
The blackness of your heart has spread beneath your skin.
And as your new face runs
I count the seconds till your gone.
As your new face runs
I count the seconds until you're ******* gone.
Hold this allegiance with the hearts of apathy.
We cannot breathe from your choking hands.
Mark this hour of hopelessness with burning bodies.
Returning for your heart.
Returning for your ******* heart.
Murder is on the air tonight.