From the moment I woke   in receipt of a blackmail note   and these curious eyes   a new disease of the last seen eyes      alive christ in the city   i got my black eyed mind   gonna poison up the wrong way round   like a bad design       its in the way that i'm cold   left dealing with a famished soul   i won't give you the time   it's grief sparked in a goldmine       i can't view your condition   it's as failed as they come   great failures are forced into   our tarnished eyes with a gun       its in the way that i'm cold   left dealing with deserted souls   its as fake as they come   burn my eyes like a sunset gun       your point of collapse   my mark of indifference   its all as fake as they come   burn my eyes like a sunset gun   its not like you care   even at my insistance   its all as fake as they come   burn my eyes like a sunset gun