Songtext von Stained Silver

Pop culture with a pin Watch it wheeze in the air like a dying balloon A mistake dawned on me And the rest of my tribe Your wish is our command No really, it's OK Give yourself a group hug and a pat on the back No really, it's all right Pose your best for a shot from the firing squad Choosing my defense I'll stay on the fence Sneak a gun through the gates of heaven Raiding tomorrow's prayers With a stained silver bullet Oh how it kills me waiting to follow through On a dare Pop culture with a pill Watch it make all the worms in your mind disappear Maybe so, maybe not Never sure if it's me underneath a white sheet Halloween, Halloween With a mask I can be your new friend for a while Trick or treat, trick or treat There's a razorblade inside your candy bar Pop culture on your skin You cannot keep your fingers away from your face Memories are haunting me Like fish floating dead at the top of a tank