My Kz, Ur Bf

Intro Lucifer, you're landing Cross hairs on the kitchen sink Barb wire in the bathroom I can't make new memories since Instrumental | | x4 | | verse 1 Flashbacks to the time This shell-shocked apartment was the place I met with your boy It's a mortal thing, yeah, it's a mortal thing "Oh!" He looked at me funny and I "Oh! Oh!" Think our secret's out and a "Oh-ooh-oh!" I try to explain But then munitions rain, and we're the epicentre Bridge It's like I'm watching the paper taking over the guillotine It's like I'm watching the paper taking over the guillotine And I wanna know what happened to your boyfriend, 'cause he was looking at me like "Whoa!" Yeah, right before the kitchen was a dustbowl, and tossing me the keys and I can't forget how, and everything just coming through the windows, and half the street was under my nails, it's like we're sitting in a Faraday cage, when the lights all failed Instumental | | verse 2 I fly through the walls All pieces colliding and I See Raymond apart He's a-frowning now, wagging a finger at me "Boy!" His knees bend the other way and "Boy! Boy!" Are you guys together, honey? "B-b-boy!" Oh, but now I can't find his torso "Hmm, hmm, hmm," I guess you're separated now Bridge It's like I'm watching the paper taking over the guillotine It's like I'm watching the paper taking over the guillotine And I wanna know what happened to your boyfriend, 'cause he was looking at me like "Whoa!" Yeah, right before the kitchen was a dustbowl, and tossing me the keys and I can't forget how, and everything just coming through the windows, and half the street was under my nails, it's like we're sitting in a Faraday cage, when the lights all failed Instrumental | | Interlude Lucifer, you're landing (I do believe it will be business inside) Cross-hairs on the kitchen sink (It's a real spanner into my works, I think I kicked the bucket) Baby's on the bullseye (I do believe it will be business inside) I can't make new memories since (It's a real spanner into my works) -ries since, -ries since And I wanna know what happened to your boyfriend, 'cause he was looking at me like "Whoa!" Yeah, right before the kitchen was a dustbowl, and tossing me the keys and I can't forget how, and everything just coming through the windows, and half the street was under my nails, it's like we're sitting in a Faraday cage, when the lights all failed Outro Chorus And now everybody gotta go hungry, and everybody cover up their mouths, and I haven't seen the body count lately, but looking at your faces, it must have been bad, and if everybody answered their phone calls, but people say the army's on fire, it's like we sitting with our parachutes on, but the airport's gone