I want to sing into your eyes
Your dilated eyes die, criminal die

Are you the kind of man that would
Hold your breath to part
With your lungs?

Are you the kind of man that would
Cry fake tears to save your eyes from
The sight of your own blood?

Because now's the time

With torso high you gave a brave look
But you're not so high anymore now

I pulled the trigger once, so I could see you dance
I guess there was just enough gun salt to ricochet up
And and put a hole in your head

Because now's your time

Canto funbre forever we march
You've made a sea of calloused hearts
To loathe