Neon In The Fog (Crosshairs)

[Intro] [16 Bar Instrumental] [Build] [Chorus] Cross-shares of the crosshairs get criss crossed hares by the neck snares. Just... Beware them crosshairs... I said... Just, beware them crosshairs. Cross-shares of the crosshairs get criss crossed hares by the neck snares. Just... Beware them crosshairs... I said... Just, beware them crosshairs. [Verse] Bro, go. Don't just stand there. Nope, no hope awaits those in the crosshairs. All's fair in love and war, for those unaware. Stone stares become coffins when caught in the crosshairs. [Build] Neon lights grace the fog at night. Dogs pace vacant lots, all bite-no bluff, alright? Glazed in gaslight, best get the flashlight. Flashback to the future in the forties with no air-bike. [Build] Livin' like some half life inter-bred with nineteen eighty five, but Will Party like it's ninety nine. Crosshairs the whole time and in each punchline. Crosshairs in lunch lines at munch time get bunched by the tight drive of a rushed mind. Pistons pumping from a full gush to a slowed grind. Earth's crust, just ree fined, gettin diamonds out the coal mine. No gold? Fine. Goals innerfold, barely spoke, but their all mine. Crosshairs in every chamber, capillary, Mein Kampf it out or choke— like a canary, Either option is atrocious, a precocious weight to carry. [Solo] Crosshairs at the casinos, pull them high hopes Watch the winnings wail signals to them Kigh-oats. Go home flat broke, lost to gunsmoke, fluffed them wrong folks, just how that goes. Crosshairs in the cliffsnotes, clipped, clicked, then shipped on an impulse. Gifts sent quicker than a hair pin trigger pinned to a Goal Post. Crosshairs from the prone pose, nobody want those, lately society supplying folks fiendin' for an overdose. Last Action Heroes, raised generations of wanna be thugs, mean muggin and deameanin' the clean blokes. Oops, there my brain goes. Whew, just a little bit too close. Crosshairs on my mind all the time cus all the time that's how the news goes. [Build] Crosshairs are catchin' bodies, not just from pistols, rifles— shotties. Crosshairs when minds are idle, start ta rotting, after-a-while they may rile violent hauntings. Boom Boom, bullet proof, bounce it back and make it poof. Bob the builder built the roof but Diddy find the booty— I mean— Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice! [Chorus 2] Cross-shares of the crosshairs get criss crossed hares by the neck snares. Just... Beware them crosshairs... I said... Just, beware them crosshairs. Cross-shares of the crosshairs get criss crossed hares by the neck snares. Just... Beware them crosshairs... I said... Just, beware them crosshairs. [Verse] Crosshairs hinder crossroads— crosswalks across cracked concrete around the block hide a body lined in chalk, they Ticky talk about the vacant lots, speakin' tales of shorty's hubby who got shot. That's a wrap, he once sold pot, and got him caught, in them Crosshairs— Bop! Or so it's said by all the cops. [Build] Crosshairs cross the campus, and when it happens, man it's tragic. But no crosshairs for the teacher in the classroom, instead she's left there— panicked. Soft targets are the harvest— for the barbaric beyond salvage, who seek havoc. Instead we hand them little hams politely lined up in a hammock, while violence is a habit. [Build] Crosshairs hush the commentators, complicating common measures. Crosshairs killed the narrative when the victim was the only one declaring it a treasure. Why don't the crosshairs ever settle on those who meddle and kill for pleasure? Crosshairs seem to kindle the fire of the ones who are mired in stormy weather. [Bridge] Crosshairs in the church Crosshairs on the train Crosshairs off the charts Crosshairs pumpin' in the veins Crosshairs in all the comments Crosshairs comment all the same The crosshairs inside the weapon And the weapon is the modern brain [Verse 3] Crosshairs clip the good guys, so then the heart cries, despite the divide of party lines Crosshairs grip the landscape while empty hands shake, a bad check issued by a hard brake Crosshairs triggerd by a marred fate stuck on freeze frame Cross chairs hover, floating between cover like a long lost lover— ball and chain. [Build] Crosshairs on the game screen, normalized in an action scene, satisfaction has joined the gene. Crosshairs in the hand on the mouse pad but its not that bad, they won't make a killing machine. Crosshairs on the iPad, oops my bad, didn't meant criticise the little guys absent dad, well maybe just a tad. Crosshairs ain't allowed on the playground, bet elsewhere everywhere all around, so either way it goes sideways, spellbound— just rundown. [Pre-Chorus] Crosshairs— Crosshairs— Crosshairs— Crosshairs— Crosshairs be a hugger Better wear some rubber [Chorus] Cross-shares of the crosshairs get criss crossed hares by the neck snares. Just... Beware them crosshairs... I said... Just, beware them crosshairs. Cross-shares of the crosshairs get criss crossed hares by the neck snares. Just... Beware them crosshairs... I said... Just, beware them crosshairs. [Post-Chorus] Oh, yeah- Oh, yeah- right there See them Crosshairs Only option— own only option Avoid the head shot— think a lot Catch the lense glare You'll beat the Crosshairs [Outro] [16 Bar Instrumental]