Brand New Bullet

My guiding light warms the steel of my faith,
The whore of truth gonna prove the virtue of my hate,
You don’t need an excuse when you’re about to choke on the reason,
I told Manny I was gonna bark a riot; maybe I was just teasing,
I’m gonna wear my soul like a skin over the animal underneath,
That way I’ll feel more like an angel as I walk this devil’s beat,
Born with my finger on the trigger; all that’s left to do is pull it,
I’m as confidant as a brand new bullet.
Traces of the apple find color in the red of her lips, Yesterday’s house fire
and tomorrow’s fire sale with her off the deep end trips,
She’s working her way into my fist via my sense of pride,
When I wake her from these dreams of a better life she’ll be wishing she had
died,
I’m paying the price of a layaway life at the cost of my sanity,
And the debt just grows and the ratio is the value of her vanity,
Born with my finger on the trigger how much strength will it take to pull it,
I’m as curious as a brand new bullet.
Maybe I need forgiveness but not the spiritual kind, Cause I’ve been looking
for something special and guilty of taking whatever I find,
Maybe I’ll take her to the alter; let the recoil breed a sacrifice,
And then lay my fury down with the bride and bones of night,
But I guess I should rob a bank and then take her to Heaven’s tower,
And have generic deities wait on us like we were the saints of power,
Born with my finger on the trigger but I’ve got to take aim before I pull it,
I’m as capricious as a brand new bullet.