garden of computer spit

Lyrics

the sun will shine upon you, but not on all the others, you are sugar sweet, so fine i'd like to eat, your apple's poison seed, will be the end of me, in the darkest den, the coolest lion sends, a message to my head, it made me squirm, it said, you were born to make me die, you are the final word, you are the pound another, you are the cops that murder my support to love laws, you are the persona, you are the broken arrow, you are the hunt that shot into everything i do, well and perfectly your soul will leave your body, now that i'm involved with pistols at noon, and any moment soon you'll be so unhappy, because you will finally know that, you were born to make me fight