My Cups Half Empty (Arsonists Get All The Girls)

The hunt is over now You've almost made it out It took us several days To remove your tumor thought benign Bracing for it My how the tables have turned I said my how the tables have turned Don't look down I hold in hand, the answers to life Six heads to a neck, and I know They try to survive in the night Thick are their wits, they have many names They reach for a kiss, and end All of those with alloy and aim Trust us, they'll promise, this won't hurt a bit Trust us, they'll say, this won't hurt a bit Pain has the worst taste in its mouth Anger will delve you into the deepest of mind Hate condemns a man of trusting his love Time knows truth is only saying I