A Criminal Addiction

Two grey pistols are in front of an orange cartoon explosion.

Over the hills, you see her

Red-white stripes flowing down

Within the ring, you meet her

The self-acclaimed queen clown

 

She lures

She whispers

She smacks you on the eyes

Determined to save the world

With her fake disguise

 

Ring those bells, ring them

A gun fires in a sphere

Go

Run

Abandon your mind

He draws near

 

Don’t leave now

Stay

You’ve got a job to do

Spy that mask on his face?

He wants to give it to you

 

I tried it once

Dear Lord, it left my soul sore

Yet, somehow, I keep on

Coming back for more

 

No god in this place

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