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{eerie distorted
guitar swelling, slow dragging trip-hop beat,
distant police siren sound effect} (shhhh)
Woke up to cold metal pressed against your brow
I screamed and begged you to lay it down right now
You pinned me to the floor,
wouldn't let me plead
Then the flash, the roar,
the terrible deed (oh god,
no) Now I'm left in the red,
covered in your stain
They call me a killer,
they feed on my pain My oldest companions are whispering lies
Hunting the widow under midnight skies {heavy distorted rock guitars burst in}
They follow my car,
they watch from the street
Stalking in gangs, orchestrating my defeat
They call it justice but they want me dead
For the tragic trigger that you pulled instead
(it wasn't me, it wasn't me)
Now I'm left in the red,
covered in your stain
They call me a killer,
they feed on my pain My oldest companions are whispering lies
Hunting the widow under midnight skies
{screaming guitar feedback} Footsteps on the gravel,
shadows at the door I can't wash your memory off this wooden
floor You took your own life but you took mine too Now
they're coming to finish what you started to do
{guitars screeching, drums accelerating wildly} I did not do it... (whimper)
Why won't they believe me?
{drums cut out, slow fading
acoustic guitar notes, heavy breathing
sounds}