Stained Silver Paroles

Don't be late, it's ok
Give yourselves a group hug
And a pat on the back
Don't be late, it's alright
Pulls your best for the shot
From the firing squad

Choosing your defence,
I'll stay on the fence...

Sneak a gun through the gates of heaven
Read in tomorrow's prayer
Stained silver bullet now accuse me
Read in tomorrow's prayer
On a dare...

Pop culture, with a pin
Watch it make all the words
In your mind disappear
Maybe so, maybe not Your friend for a while
Trick or treat, trick or treat
Miseries of me inside your candy bowl

Choosing your defence,
I'll stay on the fence...
Choosing my defence,
I'll stay on the fence...

Sneak a gun through the gates of heaven
Read in tomorrow's prayer
Stained silver bullet now accuse me
Read in tomorrow's prayer
On a dare...
Dare...

Choosing my defence,
I'll stay on the fence...

Pop culture, on your skin
You cannot keep your fingers
Away from your face
Memories, haunted me
Like a fish floating dead the top
Of a tank

Sneak a gun through the gates of heaven
Read in tomorrow's prayer
Stained silver bullet now accuse me
Read in tomorrow's prayer
On a dare...
Dare...

Choosing all depends,
I'll stay on the fence...

On a dare...
On a dare...
On a dare...
On a dare...
Dare...