This Town Needs Guns

A Chase Of Sorts
Sung shallowed shadow of some upset sun set in silhouette Placing eyes prized, tracing outlines lets you evade intent Are you the you you’ll sing out loud Or the you you’ll leave out? Pencil in the pain preceding black You’ve penned yourself in half Yanking back the tact that you have lacked Your mask is part the task Ail your disguise When platen pressed leaves no impression Then does the subject lack weight? Is this a deep enough depression To re-prefix “the late”? Failure to thrive Are you the you you’ll sing out loud Or the you you’ll leave out? Flaunting flaws for applause In effect it’s your cause Par the course Of course Insight inside an introverted hurt Aus Songtexte Mania