The Rifle's Spiral

You pour your life down the rifle's spiral & show us you've earned it.

You've thoroughly blown their mind & now I must have passage on the lines to the veins from your heart.

You're not invisible, now you just don't exist.

Your mother must be so proud.

Primitive mirror on the wall to fortify your grim resolve.

So long before you were born.

You were always to be a dagger floating straight to their heart.

-The Shins-