It Comes In Threes

Your life isn’t yours, it belongs to me now
Every inconsistency looked at through a microscope, no hope
No way of being human
The chance that you might fuck up keeps the media drooling
Out for blood
It comes in threes
And they’re dropping off like flies
Is this the end or the new beginning?
Set you up to tear you down
Vultures come without a sound
Driven by demons
Global domination
You’re a big shot celebrity
You got the money the fame
The model wife
Don’t want for anything
Except privacy
There’s a bounty on your head
And nothing will take it off
Just a matter of time till someone takes a shot
Then you’re dead!
You’re meat for the beast!