Ready, Aim, Liar!
Oh friend, oh foe
Oh, I don't know
Fingers chase your face
Always lose this race
Yearn to get one little feel
Anything to let me know you're real
Sad sack asks for nothing
Loser really wants something
He will never receive
If it won't let you breathe
Stuck in spin cycle
Load the idiot rifle
Take my best shot
At a target already lost
by tim














