photo finish

I started thinking: the wrong things that I could do
Don’t try to bark through the tape
I can see right through
Held like cattle, a dog
Single shell to the roof
Feel the mud on your lips
While you’re under the boot
Start to hack at your neck
A perfect posture to shoot
I started thinking: the wrong things that I could do
I’ll be your lover first
Then I’ll be dead second
But I don’t want you to see me like that