Oil Slick Schizophrenic 歌詞

Oil Slick Schizophrenic come on come on why don't you pick up that gun? your miserable existence is no fun any more i come to settle the score so come on come on come on come on... the oil slick rainbow is shouting at me through its eyes i can clearly see patches of land buried under scrapyards circling mechanical voltures scaring me taunting me yelling at me down in the pit with bathroom reverb too loud, distorting like my own voice giving me the final choice: come on come on why don't you pick up that gun? your miserable existence is no fun any more time to settle the score so come on come on come on come on... now is the time to stop threatening to suffocate the lie too late now to feign suffering too late to keep asking why my own reflection frustrated with hate is yelling back at me: this world is far too small for the two of us it's time to set me free come on come on come on why don't you pick up that gun? your miserable existence is no fun any more time to settle the score so come on come on come on come on... come on come on come on... come on come on come on why don't you pick up that gun? come on... come on... come on... come on... come on... come on... come on...