Tick, tick, boom...
Everybody's running from a sick sick dude
With a lit wick fuse, 'cause this is me (No)...this is you (Yes)
A pretty little devil in a business suit (Dressed)
All black... stock mask
and a couple Mac 11s that he kept c***ed back
For the contact list of the kids Sean passed
'Cause he never got to get a little bliss, all laughs
Admitted c**prit, he etched his name on some bullets
As he filed down the trigger, that's quicker when he would pull it
He cracked a smile as he sauntered down the hall and just
Fired at the occupants (and started singing...)
Do you really wanna still sleep in my bed of flowers now?
Do you really wanna still sleep in my bed of flowers now?
Do you really wanna still sleep in my bed of flowers now?
Do you really wanna still sleep in my bed of flowers? (x2)
Now with both guns drawn, no one gets to wonder why he'd go nuts for
They just go run towards the sun, but blood
Is covering the windows of the closed-up doors
And everybody's screaming thinking that they got to get away from anything
And everything now resembled...
And when that smoke left the barrel it looked like flower petals
He thought about his mother, brother & sister
And when he kissed her and hugged her to show he loved her and missed her...
He closed his eyes as the tears fell down his grimace
When he shot himself to finish it
...and dropped a note that said:
"My bed of flowers is covered in dying tulips in jumbled poses
And tightened nooses made from the crumpled roses
I hold the messages inside rhododendrons and violets
And view irises through blue irises
I broke the daisies next and sliced a narcissus
I'm a narcissist who's been choking on my Baby's Breath
And I might breathe
If I withstand it from the crysanthemums inside my poison IVs"
Everybody's running from a sick sick dude
With a lit wick fuse, 'cause this is me (No)...this is you (Yes)
A pretty little devil in a business suit (Dressed)
All black... stock mask
and a couple Mac 11s that he kept c***ed back
For the contact list of the kids Sean passed
'Cause he never got to get a little bliss, all laughs
Admitted c**prit, he etched his name on some bullets
As he filed down the trigger, that's quicker when he would pull it
He cracked a smile as he sauntered down the hall and just
Fired at the occupants (and started singing...)
Do you really wanna still sleep in my bed of flowers now?
Do you really wanna still sleep in my bed of flowers now?
Do you really wanna still sleep in my bed of flowers now?
Do you really wanna still sleep in my bed of flowers? (x2)
Now with both guns drawn, no one gets to wonder why he'd go nuts for
They just go run towards the sun, but blood
Is covering the windows of the closed-up doors
And everybody's screaming thinking that they got to get away from anything
And everything now resembled...
And when that smoke left the barrel it looked like flower petals
He thought about his mother, brother & sister
And when he kissed her and hugged her to show he loved her and missed her...
He closed his eyes as the tears fell down his grimace
When he shot himself to finish it
...and dropped a note that said:
"My bed of flowers is covered in dying tulips in jumbled poses
And tightened nooses made from the crumpled roses
I hold the messages inside rhododendrons and violets
And view irises through blue irises
I broke the daisies next and sliced a narcissus
I'm a narcissist who's been choking on my Baby's Breath
And I might breathe
If I withstand it from the crysanthemums inside my poison IVs"