Stained Silver

Cave In

Pop culture with a gun

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, its 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 the 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